<?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-6429851287039265495</id><updated>2012-02-19T06:33:50.855-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SOBRE(TUDO)</title><subtitle type='html'>Um espaço para poesias,rabiscos,opiniões, devaneios,desabafos,risos,intertextos...de tudo um pouco</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-4515365442209488422</id><published>2012-02-03T11:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T11:37:12.302-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;Não sou astróloga,nem macumbeira,nem jogo cartas ou coisa parecida,mas adoro analisar as pessoas pelo signo ou pelo tipo (segundo a teoria do eneagrama).E não é que dá certo!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;Veja esse texto,ele faz uma metáfora descontraída com a personalidade de cada um.Identifique-se!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size="0"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;O HORÓSCOPO E AS LÂMPADAS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;-&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; Quantos arianos são necessários para trocar uma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lâmpada?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Apenas um, mas serão necessárias muitas lâmpadas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;- &lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Quantos taurinos são necessários para trocar uma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lâmpada?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Nenhum: taurinos não gostam de mudar nada.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;-Quantos geminianos são necessários para trocar uma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lâmpada?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Dois &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)" class="GramE"&gt;( claro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;). Vai durar o fim de semana inteiro, mas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;quando estiver pronta a lâmpada vai fazer o serviço da&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;casa, falar francês e ficar da cor que você quiser.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;-&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; Quantos &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)" class="SpellE"&gt;cancerianos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; são necessários para trocar uma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lâmpada?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Somente um. Mas leva três anos para um &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)" class="SpellE"&gt;terapêuta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;ajudá-lo a passar pelo processo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;- &lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Quantos leoninos são necessários para trocar uma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lâmpada?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Um leonino não troca lâmpadas, a não ser que ele&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;segure a lâmpada e o mundo gire em torno dele.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;- Quantos &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)" class="SpellE"&gt;virginianos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; são necessários para trocar uma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lâmpada?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Vamos ver: um para girar a lâmpada, um para anotar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;quando a lâmpada queimou e a data em que ela foi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;comprada, outro para decidir de quem foi &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)" class="GramE"&gt;a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; culpa da&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;lâmpada ter sido queimada, dez para decidir remodelar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;a casa enquanto o resto troca a lâmpada ...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;- Quantos &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)" class="SpellE"&gt;librianos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; são necessários para trocar um&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lâmpada?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Bom, na realidade eu não sei. Acho que depende de&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;quando a lâmpada foi queimada. Talvez só um, se for&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;uma lâmpada comum, mas talvez dois se a pessoa não&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;souber onde encontrar uma lâmpada, ou ....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;- Quantos escorpianos são necessários para trocar uma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lâmpada?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Mas quem quer saber?Por que "você" quer saber?Você é&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;um policial?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;-&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; Quantos sagitarianos são necessários para trocar uma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lâmpada?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;O sol está brilhando, está cedo, nós temos a vida&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;inteira pela frente, e você está preocupado em trocar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;uma lâmpada estúpida ao contrário de pensar em viajar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;ou sair?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;- Quantos &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)" class="SpellE"&gt;capricornianos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; são necessários para trocar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;uma lâmpada?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Nenhum. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)" class="SpellE"&gt;Capricornianos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; não trocam lâmpadas - a não ser&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;que seja um negócio lucrativo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;-&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; Quantos &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)" class="SpellE"&gt;aquarianos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; são necessários para trocar uma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;lâmpada?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Vão aparecer centenas, todos competindo para ver quem&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;vai ser o único a trazer a luz ao mundo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;- Quantos &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)" class="SpellE"&gt;piscianos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; 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E COMO ISSO ME DÓI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AGORA, BEM MAIS QUE QUANDO TE VEJO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALIÁS TE VER NÃO É NADA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TER TUA LEMBRANÇA PERMANENTE EM MIM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ISSO SIM: É O CAOS...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;07/02/99&lt;/b&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/6429851287039265495-3617444806662048504?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/3617444806662048504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=3617444806662048504' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/3617444806662048504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/3617444806662048504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-quando-meu-maior-problema-era-te.html' title='DE QUANDO MEU MAIOR PROBLEMA ERA TE AMAR SOZINHA'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-2449243990942041879</id><published>2011-05-25T22:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:15:17.558-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não quero ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não quero ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não quero fazer nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eu não quero ficar sem fazer nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: large;"&gt;Quero construir algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;Quero viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Basta de tanto nada!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-2449243990942041879?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/2449243990942041879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=2449243990942041879' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/2449243990942041879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/2449243990942041879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2011/05/basta-eu-nao-quero-ir-eu-nao-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9DHHpKI77c/Tcs-Fk1X9tI/AAAAAAAAAJk/y8tI_5gY1ts/s72-c/imagesCAR345RS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-5048507978767971014</id><published>2011-05-25T21:31:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:51:18.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Filhos das Minhas Amigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho 33 e nunca pari,é...Como diriam meus aluninhos: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;" Tia, tu num tem mininu não?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não.Não tenho coragem, deve doer muuuuuuuuuuito, mooooooooorro de medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tenho vontade, inclusive já até escolhi os nomes dos meus dois filhos, (um casal):&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ynara Capitu e Augusto Saussure&lt;/span&gt;, mas também tenho mil motivos para não parí-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro e definidor já falei: medo da dor. A este todos me consolam e tentam me dissuadir com mil argumentos de senso comum, que de tão repetidos parecem verdade como&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;:"Tudo que entra sai","Toda mulher tem que ter filho","A dor é rápida que você nem sente...."&amp;nbsp;Kkk,essa é ótima, ora não sente.&lt;/span&gt;Nada disso consegue mudar ou superar meu medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E há várias outras razões, sabe aquela superstição:&lt;/span&gt; pais bonitos filhos feios, pais feios filhos bonitos?Conheço exemplos dos dois casos que prefiro não citar aqui. Então eu linda, meu marido mais lindo ainda...Capitu e Saussure seriam feios.Brincadeirinhaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Outro motivo é que ainda sou muito farrista, adoro carnaval, ainda quero fazer muitas coisas que um filho inviabilizaria e como disse no início, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;já tô com 33&lt;/span&gt;, quando eu abusar canaval e fizer tudo ou pelo menos achar que fiz tudo e estiver preparada pra parir, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;já vou ter passado do tempo.&lt;/span&gt; E não me venha com churumelas, dizendo que a medicina tá evoluída, que hoje,você pode muito bem ter filho em qualquer idade,é só ter um bom plano de saúde e um pré-natal bem feito, isso também não me convence.Quem quiser morrer de parto que engravide depois dos 40...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em depois dos 40, não dizem que a vida começa aos 40? Pois é, quero adotar 2 menininhas lindas, de trancinhas entre 5 e 12 anos, quando eu tiver 40, agora não dá, ainda estamos em lua-de-mel. Além do mais o mundo já tem muita criança, ao invés de parir e sofrer, porque não adotar e fazer feliz salvar uma criança vítima da ignorância ou da&amp;nbsp;irresponsabilidade de seus pais?&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Acho a adoção um ato de solidariedade e cidadania. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parte de tudo que falei,&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;tenho um, não, váaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarios motivos lindos:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;os filhos das minhas amigas&lt;/span&gt;, as coisas mais lindas do mundoooooooo, eu sinto,sinceramente,um orgulho tão grande ,a maior satisfação: é como se eles fossem um pouquinho meus também.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Se vocês vissem como são lindos, entenderiam e ficariam bobos como eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thales,&lt;/span&gt; o xodó dos Osórios, filho do meu primo Jáder: inteligente, tagarela, demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lara,&lt;/span&gt; na verdade minha prima,mas é como se fosse sobrinha:lindaaaaaaaa,fala tudoooooo, super independente e já sabe meu nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Clarice&lt;/span&gt;,filha da minha amiga Josilda e minha afilhada: linda, perna grossa igual a madrinha, me chama de "madinha Cynala" e fui eu que sugeri o nome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt; também filho de Josilda: a criança mais educada do mundoooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Arthur,&lt;/span&gt; filho da minha amiga Gilmara: vi quando tinha 3 anos e agora já é meu amigo do orkut, um rapazinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Heitor&lt;/span&gt;, filho da Remédios:danadooooo,não fica quieto um só minuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Marcus Ravi&lt;/span&gt;, filho da Carminha: o mais fofuxo de todos, parece uma bolinha de tão gordo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mascote de todos &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Júlia:&lt;/span&gt; acabou de nascer, filha da Naira, um pinguinho de gente, puxou pra mãe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E´por todos eles que eu já me sinto &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mãe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 06/11/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-5048507978767971014?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/5048507978767971014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=5048507978767971014' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;SAUDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ainda hoje&lt;br /&gt;Agora a pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;No instante que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu pensava em nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Eu estava vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Você passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Por meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Pensei o quão bom seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Dividir este instante contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Ter-te por perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Como seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Confortável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Agradável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Seguro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Inexplicável&lt;br /&gt;Ter você hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Nesse instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;Para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;p.s: Acho que a saudade é cinza,por isso: texto cinza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Encantada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Enlouquecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Com teu riso safado –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;(Só) riso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Com teu gingado sensual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Descomprometido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Convencido e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Certo de que está sendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Desejado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Por insistência;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Por teimosia; ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Por capricho apenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Que importa?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Aos poucos você ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Especial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Maio/99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-6664853592006192067?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6664853592006192067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-463915082923691052</id><published>2010-12-18T00:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:15:16.556-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tédio com  um T bem grande pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem ocupação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem lazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem Oeiras nenhuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Nenhuma espectativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Nenhuma solução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Os outros vivem normalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;O óscio vive em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;A vida segue seu curso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu continuo aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Estátua do tédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Ansiedade constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Busca contínua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;De um quê, que eu sei o que é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Mas não sei onde buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Mudou alguma coisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Ou sempre foi assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-463915082923691052?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/463915082923691052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=463915082923691052' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/463915082923691052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/463915082923691052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/12/tedio-com-um-t-bem-grande-pra-voce.html' title='Tédio com  um T bem grande pra você'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-6968339278571140810</id><published>2010-11-06T08:41:00.049-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T13:44:12.056-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Criação da WEB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="180" data-width="280" height="128" id="rg_hi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTpQSj3E_4NcDQzlzH4xKiYuXIcwKxVv1vm12yYQ3zlSY3tIME&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ES5_GcJ5jvGN-KUrhrxRmbowVmc=" style="height: 180px; width: 280px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;No principio era a carta...páginas e páginas, depois&amp;nbsp; de longa espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mas o homem sentia-se ansioso ...............&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e criou&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;email, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sua informação aos olhos , em apenas um clic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mas o homem continuava ansioso e tinha pressa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="193" data-width="262" height="193" id="rg_hi" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSYFJbcGpnPqo38fNZAA0mybY5eFHUlRZ3G73A7QwN5Rdjp--Q&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__djEZV-iilBN_UTwuxyMGIRBsnSw=" style="height: 193px; width: 262px;" width="262" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;então criou o &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;chat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;bate-papo imediato rápido e prático&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mas o homem queria dizer mais de si e compartilhar com seus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e&amp;nbsp; veio o &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;orkut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;casa cheia de amigos, fotos, depoimentos,panelinhas: tudo na rede social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mas ainda estava insatisfeito, faltava mostrar aos amigos/mundo seus escritos,seus talentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; então veio o &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, a agenda colorida das meninas agora é o diário virtual com espaço para comentários dos amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;"&gt;(Há coisa melhor? Pra mim que fazia agendas e andava com elas penduradas no pescoço para MOSTRAR aos amigos, isso é tudo,&amp;nbsp;você posta e pronto, tá na rede, tá no mundo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mas o&amp;nbsp; homem continuava insatisfeito,faltava algo, queria opinar,desabafar, dá notícia de si ao mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TNgaf7-yLlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PRyKyz4IW1M/s1600/imagesCAZG0RDF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TNgaf7-yLlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PRyKyz4IW1M/s1600/imagesCAZG0RDF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;e&amp;nbsp;eis que vem o &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;twitter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;fofoca culta e antenada, tudo sobre tudo e todos a toda hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;E não se tem mais descanso: é twittagem constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mas o homem é ansioso e insatisfeito e incompleto por natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Então vem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-6968339278571140810?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6968339278571140810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=6968339278571140810' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6968339278571140810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6968339278571140810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-principio-era-carta.html' title='A Criação da WEB'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TNgaf7-yLlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/PRyKyz4IW1M/s72-c/imagesCAZG0RDF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-7302217248477387486</id><published>2010-11-06T00:25:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T07:29:21.142-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DESABAFOS VAZIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img class="rg_hi" data-height="175" data-width="213" height="175" id="rg_hi" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQdUwoC2tSq-_uT2y3hlZXd4eW2gYyyIMhpDsZmOEF5S3Q5yV0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=175&amp;amp;w=213&amp;amp;usg=__a360x9-BsH6pXyRa2nUTif3SdHw=" style="height: 175px; width: 213px;" width="213" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE REPENTE ,NÃO SEI PORQUE&lt;br /&gt;NASCEU UMA ANGÚSTIA&lt;br /&gt;UMA SAUDADE DOS TEMPOS BONS&lt;br /&gt;OU DOS QUE NUNCA EXISTIRAM&lt;br /&gt;É ESTA SOLIDÃO SEMPRE PRESENTE&lt;br /&gt;QUE ME DEIXA ASSIM:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; COM ESSA TRISTEZA SUFOCADA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ESSE AR DE INABALÁVEL&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;SOFRENDO EM DOBRO&lt;img height="200" id="il_fi" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxTXCeivomk/TE81coMOieI/AAAAAAAAAV4/d_FjJIOU_vs/s200/coracao-vazio.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(09/06/99)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-7302217248477387486?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/7302217248477387486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=7302217248477387486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7302217248477387486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7302217248477387486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/11/alivio-imediato.html' title='DESABAFOS VAZIOS'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uxTXCeivomk/TE81coMOieI/AAAAAAAAAV4/d_FjJIOU_vs/s72-c/coracao-vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-1519620603343530306</id><published>2010-10-15T11:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:26:46.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DO PROFESSOR MERECE UM POST,NÉ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TLhjuvH7fQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TxLo0riwDTo/s1600/OgAAAK_-SqRqTyEpG6zMYfr0KGL7Xv3wC4sXs8sWwBta9AplPRzItk329dLt8kqvMlLUXX4vRgOn9uTkkmGCrVxO_WMAm1T1UOrM4Y5HpnBH4ZjM7YW-0kb8qeUs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TLhjuvH7fQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TxLo0riwDTo/s200/OgAAAK_-SqRqTyEpG6zMYfr0KGL7Xv3wC4sXs8sWwBta9AplPRzItk329dLt8kqvMlLUXX4vRgOn9uTkkmGCrVxO_WMAm1T1UOrM4Y5HpnBH4ZjM7YW-0kb8qeUs.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; EDU(PAIXÃO)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No principio era sina&lt;br /&gt;Agora virou mania esta loucura&lt;br /&gt;De querer ver,dizer e gritar...&lt;br /&gt;De ter prazer em:&lt;br /&gt;Brigar com você&lt;br /&gt;Criar pra você&lt;br /&gt;(Me) descobrir (de) você.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir do teu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Do teu dialeto&lt;br /&gt;Fingir que não me importo contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TLhi1saXhMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/U6RRychzrl8/s1600/OgAAAD-84UMTg1jlRZkcslWnbeaukMGzOh2_qKzyc47aq_QDfiHmrvZPt_9EwP2IX3surdaWfuIxhEbH3JJAbDG-hScAm1T1UGPrKaIdGGpVS7qSVsbcvaZAWF_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TLhi1saXhMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/U6RRychzrl8/s200/OgAAAD-84UMTg1jlRZkcslWnbeaukMGzOh2_qKzyc47aq_QDfiHmrvZPt_9EwP2IX3surdaWfuIxhEbH3JJAbDG-hScAm1T1UGPrKaIdGGpVS7qSVsbcvaZAWF_o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É uma declaração de amor&lt;br /&gt;A mim.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu faço pra você&lt;br /&gt;É por mim!&lt;br /&gt;O que há de mais puro:&lt;br /&gt;Ensinar...&lt;br /&gt;Saber que você não aprendeu&lt;br /&gt;E me ensinou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reclamo por estar. Mentira!&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou longe&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu acredito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em mim ou em você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TLhkDRZN4EI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2IBejsRHjas/s1600/OgAAAIQM_wCKH3QG8clEnL-Tkt1yyN89XiaoqtARUBzdM94SEsa7mUXU4gC1rC5vVYdOcnUCur5jGYba3s0MOdrAcrIAm1T1UKgNS_-O8UFgRbxmpgqOynh5Uhul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TLhkDRZN4EI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2IBejsRHjas/s200/OgAAAIQM_wCKH3QG8clEnL-Tkt1yyN89XiaoqtARUBzdM94SEsa7mUXU4gC1rC5vVYdOcnUCur5jGYba3s0MOdrAcrIAm1T1UKgNS_-O8UFgRbxmpgqOynh5Uhul.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sei lá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pode ser devaneio &lt;br /&gt;Dessa &lt;strong&gt;educa/edu(paixão)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo incerto e lento...&lt;br /&gt;É antes de tudo doação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-1519620603343530306?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/1519620603343530306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=1519620603343530306' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/1519620603343530306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/1519620603343530306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/10/dia-do-professor-merece-um-postne.html' title='DIA DO PROFESSOR MERECE UM POST,NÉ!'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TLhjuvH7fQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TxLo0riwDTo/s72-c/OgAAAK_-SqRqTyEpG6zMYfr0KGL7Xv3wC4sXs8sWwBta9AplPRzItk329dLt8kqvMlLUXX4vRgOn9uTkkmGCrVxO_WMAm1T1UOrM4Y5HpnBH4ZjM7YW-0kb8qeUs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-5816528623835427311</id><published>2010-09-17T09:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:09:31.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os fins não justificam os meios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Amoooooooooooooooo esse conto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Uma lição de vida, o Menino&amp;nbsp;é exemplo de dignidade, principalmente em épocas de eleições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Vale a pena conferir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Negócio de menino com menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O menino, de uns dez anos, pés no chão, vinha andando pela estrada de terra da fazenda com a gaiola na mão. Sol forte de uma hora da tarde. A menina, de uns nove anos, ia de carro com o pai, novo dono da fazenda. Gente de São Paulo. Ela viu o passarinho na gaiola e pediu ao pai:&lt;br /&gt;— Olha que lindo! Compra pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;O homem parou o carro e chamou:&lt;br /&gt;— Ô menino.&lt;br /&gt;O menino voltou, chegou perto, carinha boa. Parou ao lado da janela da menina. O homem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;— Esse passarinho é para vender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;— Não senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pai olhou pra filha com uma cara de deixa pra lá. A filha pediu suave como se o pai tudo pudesse:&lt;br /&gt;— Fala pra ele vender.&lt;br /&gt;O pai, mais para atendê-la, apenas intermediário:&lt;br /&gt;— Quanto você quer pelo passarinho?&lt;br /&gt;— Não tou vendendo não senhor.&lt;br /&gt;A menina ficou decepcionada e segredou:&lt;br /&gt;— Ah, pai, compra.&lt;br /&gt;Ela não considerava, ou não aprendera ainda, que negócio só se faz quando existe um vendedor e um comprador. No caso, faltava o vendedor. Mas o pai era um homem de negócios, águia da Bolsa, acostumado a encorajar os mais hesitantes ou a virar a cabeça dos mais recalcitrantes:&lt;br /&gt;— Dou dez mil.&lt;br /&gt;— Não senhor.&lt;br /&gt;— Vinte mil.&lt;br /&gt;—Vendo não.&lt;br /&gt;O homem meteu a mão no bolso, tirou o dinheiro, mostrou três notas, irritado.&lt;br /&gt;— Trinta mil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;— Não tou vendendo, não, senhor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;O homem resmungou “que menino chato” e falou pra filha:&lt;br /&gt;— Ele não quer vender. Paciência.&lt;br /&gt;A filha, baixinho, indiferente às possibilidades da transação:&lt;br /&gt;— Mas eu queria. Olha que bonitinho.&lt;br /&gt;O homem olhou a menina, a gaiola, a roupa encardida do menino, com um rasgo na manga, o rosto vermelho do sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;— Deixa comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantou-se, deu a volta, foi até lá. A menina procurava intimidade com o passarinho, dedinho nas gretas da gaiola. O homem maneiro, estudando o adversário:&lt;br /&gt;— Qual é o nome deste passarinho?&lt;br /&gt;— Ainda não botei nome nele, não. Peguei ele agora.&lt;br /&gt;O homem quase impaciente:&lt;br /&gt;— Não perguntei se ele é batizado não, menino. É pintassilgo, é sabiá, é o que?&lt;br /&gt;— Aaaah. É bico-de-lacre.&lt;br /&gt;A menina pela primeira vez, falou com o menino:&lt;br /&gt;— Ele vai crescer?&lt;br /&gt;O menino parou os olhos pretos nos azuis.&lt;br /&gt;— Cresce nada. Ele é assim mesmo, pequenininho.&lt;br /&gt;O homem:&lt;br /&gt;— E canta?&lt;br /&gt;— Canta nada. Só faz chiar assim.&lt;br /&gt;— Passarinho besta, hein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;— É. Não presta pra nada, é só bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Você pegou ele dentro da fazenda?&lt;br /&gt;— É. Aí no mato.&lt;br /&gt;— Essa fazenda é minha. Tudo que tem nela é meu.&lt;br /&gt;O menino segurou com mais força a alça da gaiola, ajudou com a outra mão nas grades. O homem achou que estava na hora e falou já botando a mão na gaiola, dinheiro na outra mão.&lt;br /&gt;— Dou quarenta mil, pronto. Toma aqui.&lt;br /&gt;— Não senhor, muito obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;O homem, meio mandão:&lt;br /&gt;— Vende isso logo, menino. Não tá vendo que é pra menina?&lt;br /&gt;— Não, não tou vendendo não.&lt;br /&gt;— Cinqüenta mil! Toma! - e puxou a gaiola. &lt;br /&gt;Com cinqüenta mil se comprava um saco de feijão, ou dois pares de sapatos, ou uma bicicleta velha.&lt;br /&gt;O menino resistiu, segurando a gaiola, voz trêmula.&lt;br /&gt;— Quero não senhor. Tou vendendo não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;— Não vende por quê, hein? Por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino acuado, tentando explicar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;— É que eu demorei a manhã todinha pra pegar ele e tou com fome e com sede, queria ter ele mais um pouquinho . Mostrar pra mamãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem voltou para o carro, nervoso. Bateu a porta, culpando a filha pelo aborrecimento.&lt;br /&gt;— Viu no que dá mexer com essa gente? É tudo ignorante, filha. Vam`bora.&lt;br /&gt;O menino chegou pertinho da menina e falou baixo, só pra ela ouvir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;— Amanhã eu dou ele pra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ela sorriu e compreendeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Ivan Ângelo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-5816528623835427311?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/5816528623835427311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=5816528623835427311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/5816528623835427311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/5816528623835427311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/09/os-fins-nao-justificam-os-meios.html' title='Os fins não justificam os meios'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-2824962247611808397</id><published>2010-09-15T10:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:50:29.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenta(ação)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ESTA AÇÃO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;DESCONHECIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; FANTÁSTICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ESTIMULANTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; GOSTOSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;QUE ME TENTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ME IMPORTUNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ME SUGERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ME SEDUZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ME ATENTANDO O TEMPO TODO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ME ATENTANDO A FAZER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ME ATENTANDO PARA O FATO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;QUE AÇÃO QUE TENTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;QUE TENTAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;GOSTOSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;PERIGOSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MALDOSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NOVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DESCONHECIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; AÇÃO TENTADORA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Em 98&amp;nbsp;ou 99...nem lembro mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-2824962247611808397?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/2824962247611808397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=2824962247611808397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/2824962247611808397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/2824962247611808397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/09/tentacao-esta-acao-fantastica.html' title='Tenta(ação)'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-6077997846488482681</id><published>2010-08-09T16:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:17:20.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma pausa pra Pessoa " o Fernando"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Poema em Linha Reta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca conheci quem tivesse levado porrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos os meus conhecidos têm sido campeões em tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu, tantas vezes reles, tantas vezes porco, tantas vezes vil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu tantas vezes irrespondivelmente parasita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Indesculpavelmente sujo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, que tantas vezes não tenho tido paciência para tomar banho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, que tantas vezes tenho sido ridículo, absurdo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que tenho enrolado os pé publicamente nos tapetes das etiquetas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que tenho sido grotesco, mesquinho, submisso e arrogante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que tenho sofrido enxovalhos e calado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que quando não tenho calado, tenho sido mais ridículo ainda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;eu, que tenho sido cômico às criadas de hotel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;eu, que tenho sentido o piscar de olhos dos moços de fretes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;eu, que tenho feito vergonhas financeiras, pedido emprestado sem pagar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;eu, que, quando a hora do soco surgiu, me tenho agachado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;para fora da possibilidade do soco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;eu que tenho sofrido a angústia das pequenas coisas ridículas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;eu verifico que não tenho par nisto tudo neste mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBiOZZSrvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6iM9zmhqLIQ/s1600/untitledssss.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBiOZZSrvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6iM9zmhqLIQ/s400/untitledssss.bmp" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Toda a gente que eu conheço e que fala comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca teve um ato ridículo, nunca sofreu enxovalhado, nunca foi senão príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– todos eles príncipes – na vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem me dera ouvir de alguém a voz humana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que confessasse não um pecado, mas uma infâmia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que contasse, não uma violência, mas uma cobardia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não, são todos o ideal, se os oiço e me falam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem há neste largo mundo que me confesse que uma vez foi vil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ó príncipes, meus irmãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;arre, estou farto de semideus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Onde é que há gente no mundo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Então sou só eu que é vil e errôneo nesta terra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Poderão mulheres não os terem amado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Podem ter sido traídos – mas ridículos nunca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu, que tenho sido ridículo sem ter sido traído,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como posso eu falar com os meus superiores sem titubear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, que tenho sido vil, literalmente vil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vil no sentido mesquinho e infame da vileza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-6077997846488482681?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6077997846488482681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=6077997846488482681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6077997846488482681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6077997846488482681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/08/uma-pausa-pra-pessoa-o-fernando.html' title='Uma pausa pra Pessoa &quot; o Fernando&quot;'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBiOZZSrvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6iM9zmhqLIQ/s72-c/untitledssss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-7035346518300322202</id><published>2010-07-22T19:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T16:40:39.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre amizade de novo</title><content type='html'>Ontem foi o dia do Amigo, já comemorei muitas vezes esse dia das formas mais engraçadas e criativas e isso merecia um belo post, mas não consegui fazê-lo e minha única poesia sobre amizade já mostrei a vocês,o que me fez até desistir desse post,até que recebi da minha grande amiga Rosário esse belo texto de Vinícius,nada mais perfeito para o momento.&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena conferir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBZlM7W9NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3moMnB4ugfg/s1600/amigos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBZlM7W9NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3moMnB4ugfg/s400/amigos1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMIGOS &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Vinícius de Morais )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigos que não sabem o quanto são meus amigos. &lt;br /&gt;Não percebem o amor que lhes devoto e a absoluta necessidade que tenho deles. &lt;br /&gt;A amizade é um sentimento mais nobre do que o amor, eis que permite que o objeto dela se divida em outros afetos, enquanto o amor tem intrínseco o ciúme, que não admite a rivalidade. &lt;br /&gt;E eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos! &lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo aqueles que não percebem o quanto são meus amigos e o quanto minha vida depende de suas existências ... &lt;br /&gt;A alguns deles não procuro, basta-me saber que eles existem. &lt;br /&gt;Esta mera condição me encoraja a seguir em frente pela vida. &lt;br /&gt;Mas, porque não os procuro com assiduidade, não posso Ihes dizer o quanto gosto deles. Eles não iriam acreditar. &lt;br /&gt;Muitos deles estão lendo esta crônica e não sabem que estão incluídos na sagrada relação de meus amigos. &lt;br /&gt;Mas é delicioso que eu saiba e sinta que os adoro, embora não declare e não os procure. &lt;br /&gt;E às vezes, quando os procuro, noto que eles não tem noção de como me são necessários, de como são indispensáveis ao meu equilíbrio vital, porque eles fazem parte do mundo que eu, tremulamente,construí e se tornaram alicerces do meu encanto pela vida. &lt;br /&gt;Se um deles morrer, eu ficarei torto para um lado. &lt;br /&gt;Se todos eles morrerem, eu desabo! &lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que, sem que eles saibam, eu rezo pela vida deles. &lt;br /&gt;E me envergonho, porque essa minha prece é, em síntese, dirigida ao meu bem estar. Ela é, talvez, fruto do meu egoísmo. &lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, mergulho em pensamentos sobre alguns deles. &lt;br /&gt;Quando viajo e fico diante de lugares maravilhosos, cai-me alguma lágrima por não estarem junto de mim, compartilhando daquele prazer ... &lt;br /&gt;Se alguma coisa me consome e me envelhece é que a roda furiosa da vida não me permite ter sempre ao meu lado, morando comigo, andando comigo, falando comigo, vivendo comigo, todos os meus amigos, e, principalmente os que só desconfiam ou talvez nunca vão saber que são meus amigos! &lt;br /&gt;A gente não faz amigos, reconhece-os.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-7035346518300322202?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/7035346518300322202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=7035346518300322202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7035346518300322202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7035346518300322202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/07/sobre-amizade-de-novo.html' title='Sobre amizade de novo'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBZlM7W9NI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3moMnB4ugfg/s72-c/amigos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-7099230730554616220</id><published>2010-07-16T09:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:31:10.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O ser homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Em 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quanta covardia numa máscara de fortaleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Insensibilidade e descaso para com os mínimos detalhes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O ser melhor...em:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Esquecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Desatenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Carrega consigo o dom de simplificar a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E desde quando isso é bom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E desde quando o ser é bom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Adjunto adverbial de tempo, de dúvida, de companhia e de finalidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem resposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mas necessário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A parte que lhe cabe faz muita falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mesmo com incompetente falta de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Romantismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Zelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Atitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dá calor, tesão, companhia, alívio, status...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dá. Dá? Dá! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Por que necessito, se pouco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E por que pouco,se necessito? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-7099230730554616220?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/7099230730554616220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=7099230730554616220' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7099230730554616220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7099230730554616220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-ser-homem-em-2005-quanta-covardia.html' title=''/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-3965100234741718130</id><published>2010-07-11T21:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:40:40.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se eu pudesse te revelar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os versos que te dediquei....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se eu pudesse te dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os sonhos que tive contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não seria mais uma sonhadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-3965100234741718130?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/3965100234741718130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=3965100234741718130' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/3965100234741718130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/3965100234741718130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-se-eu-pudesse-te-revelar-os-versos.html' title=''/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-469235456299187002</id><published>2010-06-06T12:21:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:22:23.930-02:00</updated><title type='text'>RACISMO NA BAHIA?!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ah,um espaço á parte para falar de um tema tão polêmico : racismo,que aqui deve ser colocado em negrito e em maiúsculas- &lt;strong&gt;RACISMO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Imaginei erroneamente que aqui, o estado mais negro do país, não haveria racismo e eu poderia viver com orgulho minha negritude ...puro preconceito meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Há sim e muito e da forma mais ridícula e fajuta possível, chega a me dá náuseas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Negro aqui é palavra extinta do vocabulário, para tanto precisou-se criar um acervo de sinônimos, quais sejam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; O/A Rasta- negro(a) que usa tranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; O/A Cabo-verde - negro(a) de cabelos lisos ou alisado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Escurinho - negão mesmo, mas "ofende chamá-lo de negão...é racismo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Nigrinha- chingamento usado numa briga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Mulata / Morena - assim tipo eu kkkk, só o que faltava eu ser&amp;nbsp; "morena"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Mas você não é negra, você é morena" ...isso é um elogio, tá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; E "nêgo" (a) - esse póooooode, chamamento carinhoso, forma de cumprimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sim, já ouvi afro,mas não recordo em que contextos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Pois bem,essa abordagem "apenas" linguística, revela a essência,daí pode-se imaginar,"ao vivo e em negro"como&amp;nbsp;é e como se faz &amp;nbsp;a discriminação deles, neles e pior por eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Uma ressalva: tudo que escrevi foi baseado na observação do cotidiano de pessoas das várias classes sociais e de formação variada, o que denota que o racismo está entranhado em todos e todas, e nem o conhecimento "dá jeito", porém não obtive contato nem informação com grupos afros ou de consciência negra, quero acreditar que eles não concordem e até se envergonhem de como é tratado e visto o &lt;strong&gt;NEGRO &lt;/strong&gt;aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-469235456299187002?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/469235456299187002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=469235456299187002' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/469235456299187002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/469235456299187002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/06/racismo-na-bahia.html' title='RACISMO NA BAHIA?!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-5074136305474414419</id><published>2010-06-04T11:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:11:31.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FRASES DIGNAS DE PRÊMIO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Recebi por e-mail e resolvi postar,é quase uma crônica a forma humorística com que as frases são associadas aos autores, antes de criativa é inteligente...vale a pena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Fumo maconha, mas não trago, quem traz é um amigo meu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(Marcelo Anthony)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;'O que te engorda não é o que você come entre o Natal e o Ano Novo, mas o que você come entre o Ano Novo e o Natal'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;(Solange Couto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;'Para seu marido não acordar com a macaca... Depile-se'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;(Cláudia Ohana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;'O homem é um ser tão dependente que até pra ser corno e viúvo precisa da ajuda da mulher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(Principe Charles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;'Por maior que seja o buraco em que você se encontra, pense que, por enquanto, ainda não há terra em cima' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;(Dercy Gonçalves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'Cabelo ruim é igual a bandido... Ou tá preso ou tá armado' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;(Ronaldinho Gaúcho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;'Preguiçoso é o dono da sauna, que vive do suor dos outros' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Roberto Justus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;'Não me considere o chefe, considere-me apenas um colega de trabalho que sempre tem razão' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;(Galvão Bueno)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;'Malandro é o pato, que já nasce com os dedos colados para não usar aliança' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;(Zeca Pagodinho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;'Mulher gorda é que nem Ferrari... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Quando sobe na balança vai de zero a cem em um segundo' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;(Reginaldo Leme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;'Os psiquiatras dizem que uma em cada quatro pessoas tem alguma deficiência mental... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Fique de olho em três dos seus amigos. Se eles parecerem normais, retardado é você' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;(Antônio Palocci)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;'Se homossexualismo fosse normal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Deus teria criado Adão e Ivo' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;(Gilberto Braga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;'Todo mundo tem cliente. Só traficante e analista de sistemas é que tem usuário' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;(Bill Gates)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;'Casamento começa em motel e termina em pensão' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;(Romário)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;'Seja legal com seus filhos. São eles que vão escolher seu asilo' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;(Itamar Franco)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;'Antigamente, o homossexualismo era proibido no Brasil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Depois, passou a ser tolerado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Hoje é aceito como coisa normal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Eu vou-me embora antes que se torne obrigatório' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;(Arnaldo Jabor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;'Passar a mulher pra trás é fácil. O difícil é passar adiante' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(Eduardo Suplicy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;'O Brasil está igual a carro velho: para subir não tem força, para descer não tem freio' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;(Dilma Roussef)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;E a melhor de todas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;'Se o horário oficial é o de Brasília, por que a gente tem que trabalhar na segunda e na sexta?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;(Dorival Caymi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-5074136305474414419?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/5074136305474414419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=5074136305474414419' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/5074136305474414419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/5074136305474414419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/06/frases-dignas-de-premio.html' title='FRASES DIGNAS DE PRÊMIO!!!!!'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-1138922807828460509</id><published>2010-05-19T17:52:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:29:04.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto ao Amor: um intertexto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Se se morre de amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;(Gonçalves Dias)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Se se morre de amor! — Não, não se morre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quando é fascinação que nos surpreende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;De ruidoso sarau entre os festejos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quando luzes, calor, orquestra e flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Assomos de prazer nos raiam n'alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que embelezada e solta em tal ambiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No que ouve, e no que vê prazer alcança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Simpáticas feições, cintura breve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Graciosa postura, porte airoso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Uma fita, uma flor entre os cabelos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Um quê mal definido, acaso podem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Num engano d'amor arrebatar-nos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas isso amor não é; isso é delírio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O QUE TU CHAMAS DE PAIXÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É TÃO SOMENTE CURIOSIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E OS TEUS DESEJOS FERVENTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;VÃO BATENDO AS ASAS NA IRREALIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;( MANUEL BANDEIRA&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Amar é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ( Cynara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Fazer sacrifícios, tolerar absurdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Irritar-se com manias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E no mesmo instante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Aceitar tudo sem raiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É certeza, é calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É um desdenhar do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É sorrir dos trejeitos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Acostumar-se com defeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Antecipar comportamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Entender pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quão grande a empatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mistura heterogênia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Intimidade e desejos renovados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Cuidado e atenção sempre alerta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&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/6429851287039265495-1138922807828460509?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJHDi8xMihE&amp;feature=related' title='Soneto ao Amor: um intertexto'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/1138922807828460509/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=1138922807828460509' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/1138922807828460509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/1138922807828460509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/05/declaracao-de-amor.html' title='Soneto ao Amor: um intertexto'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-6003227897919051984</id><published>2010-04-28T23:42:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:30:27.077-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De como é encantadora a Paquera</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S9jzCRuo2CI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EcNgajkkRdk/s1600/paquera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S9jzCRuo2CI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EcNgajkkRdk/s200/paquera.jpg" tt="true" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SUI-GÊNERI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Estranho você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Teu olhar perdido que num minuto se volta decidido e misterioso pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Estranho te sentir perto de mim,como se quisesse me seduzir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tão diferente,surpreendente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O medo atrevido tem vontade de se dar sem limites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o medo tímido inibe a vontade ilimitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E o tempo, lógico e dinâmico, acaba deixando esvair o desejo imediato de eternizar um sentimento,que desponta tão incerto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Restou a delicadeza brusca do teu toque, na lembrança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E a utopia de concretizar o desejo, a vontade, o sentimento que o tempo e/ou o medo impediu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;12/10/99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-6003227897919051984?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6003227897919051984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=6003227897919051984' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6003227897919051984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6003227897919051984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-como-e-encantadora-paquera.html' title='De como é encantadora a Paquera'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S9jzCRuo2CI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EcNgajkkRdk/s72-c/paquera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-8302237289405323122</id><published>2010-04-19T09:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T14:32:14.304-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei, só sei que foi assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Ás vezes penso que não sei nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Penso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Penso logo existo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Penso logo existo em seus sonhos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Acho que estou mais pra :" Só sei que nada sei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Não sei nada: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De política&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De literatura mundial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De problemas socio-econômico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De aquecimento global&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De religião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Acho que não sei nada nem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;gramática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;de redação oficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; da nova ortografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;de inglês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; de twiteer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Não sei...não tenho opinião formada sobre isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; aliás ,sobre nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;E por que pensei que sabia???????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-8302237289405323122?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/8302237289405323122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=8302237289405323122' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/8302237289405323122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/8302237289405323122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/04/nao-sei-so-sei-que-foi-assim.html' title='Não sei, só sei que foi assim...'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-6635457539482080316</id><published>2010-04-16T14:21:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:26:14.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oeiras,aqui chego a julgar a vida uma delícia..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Contrariando a imposição do mestre:"Não cantes tua cidade, deixa-a em paz. "(Drumond)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBirMm4-xI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2LI80KUEwow/s1600/CYNT+PERDIDAS+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBirMm4-xI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2LI80KUEwow/s200/CYNT+PERDIDAS+105.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;SENTIMENTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;O TEMPO PASSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;AS COISAS PASSAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;E AS PESSOAS FICAM E PASSAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;FICAM E SE TRANSFORMAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;NO QUE JÁ EXISTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;OU PASSAM E VOLTAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;TAMBÉM TRANSFORMADAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;O ÊXTASE DE TUDO :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;É A REUNIÃO O REENCONTRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;É UMA EMOÇÃO QUE EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBjHNewceI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TS7TASqQk6g/s1600/20090323135903_cee94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBjHNewceI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TS7TASqQk6g/s320/20090323135903_cee94.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;INUTILMENTE TENTO EXPRESSAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;INUTILMENTE, POIS SÓ OS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;OEIRAMANTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;COMO EU,PODEM SABER E SENTIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;ESSA (OEIRAS INVICTA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E&amp;nbsp;FANTÁSTICA&lt;br /&gt;( TU SEMPRE SERÁS)&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/6429851287039265495-6635457539482080316?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6635457539482080316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=6635457539482080316' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6635457539482080316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6635457539482080316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/04/oeirasaqui-chego-julgar-vida-uma.html' title='&quot;Oeiras,aqui chego a julgar a vida uma delícia...&quot;'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBirMm4-xI/AAAAAAAAAIY/2LI80KUEwow/s72-c/CYNT+PERDIDAS+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-7177679354149671137</id><published>2010-04-14T13:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:17:14.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o CAFÈ meu amigo inseparável</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S8XotipTMZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/12Y23WsU8B4/s1600/632A7XCAI57A0ACA6MZ4PGCABAA7JRCAS9X2AMCAIYYSBFCAYPG9IDCACDSFDICAUZVYRUCA7PUH2WCACQ2EG0CA15CVK9CA53E1JHCABK1NFSCAZ2UIIZCAR6K5VGCAMBEBGCCA2IY5TXCA1QK00X.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S8XotipTMZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/12Y23WsU8B4/s320/632A7XCAI57A0ACA6MZ4PGCABAA7JRCAS9X2AMCAIYYSBFCAYPG9IDCACDSFDICAUZVYRUCA7PUH2WCACQ2EG0CA15CVK9CA53E1JHCABK1NFSCAZ2UIIZCAR6K5VGCAMBEBGCCA2IY5TXCA1QK00X.jpg" width="311" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um cafezinho pra você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Gole a gole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt; seguido do outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um &lt;/span&gt;minuto após o outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; ato inconsciente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um &lt;/span&gt;vazio preenchido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Por &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; minuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Que se esvazia em &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; minuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;E o ato se repete constantemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Gole a gole com prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt; prazer substituído por&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; um&lt;/span&gt; gole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt; gole pra acalmar e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;E estimular o prazer de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;TIM-TIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt; gole de CAlmaFÉlicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; instantânea e viciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-7177679354149671137?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/7177679354149671137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=7177679354149671137' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7177679354149671137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7177679354149671137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-o-cafe-meu-amigo-inseparavel.html' title='Sobre o CAFÈ meu amigo inseparável'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S8XotipTMZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/12Y23WsU8B4/s72-c/632A7XCAI57A0ACA6MZ4PGCABAA7JRCAS9X2AMCAIYYSBFCAYPG9IDCACDSFDICAUZVYRUCA7PUH2WCACQ2EG0CA15CVK9CA53E1JHCABK1NFSCAZ2UIIZCAR6K5VGCAMBEBGCCA2IY5TXCA1QK00X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-4335777164036300226</id><published>2010-04-14T11:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:19:44.974-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do fundo do baú</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARNAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É uma sensação gostosa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;De está apaixonada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Deverasmente por dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Do coração é só a angústia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;De não ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;De não ter feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Que vontade louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;De ter tido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;De ter pegado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mas o resto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O predominante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O real mesmo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É o desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;De tê-los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E tê-los deixado escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(In)Conformismo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Num dia qualquer&amp;nbsp;de 1999, pra quem?.... Não sei mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-4335777164036300226?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/4335777164036300226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=4335777164036300226' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/4335777164036300226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/4335777164036300226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-fundo-do-bau.html' title='Do fundo do baú'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-935187187363768101</id><published>2010-04-13T13:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:15:42.071-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre Amizade: o amor escolhido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ETERNAMENTE AMIGAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(á : Ceicinha,Josilda,Medi,Melinha,Rosarinha, Silvana, Silvinha )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBfJGIqaRI/AAAAAAAAAII/cmbJ_ChGOGk/s1600/untitled+amig.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBfJGIqaRI/AAAAAAAAAII/cmbJ_ChGOGk/s320/untitled+amig.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;De verdade e&amp;nbsp; Com amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dispostas a ser amigas,sem hipocrisia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser minhas amigas é &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser elas mesmas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBe7N7fuSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Vh_8A7aZDLc/s1600/images+amig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="137" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBe7N7fuSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Vh_8A7aZDLc/s200/images+amig.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com discernimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preocupações e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Punições;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com dedicação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Admiração e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Satisfação;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Orgulho e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Respeito;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBcKyryHLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3b0gJZyW9wQ/s1600/imagesaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="168" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBcKyryHLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3b0gJZyW9wQ/s200/imagesaaa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Com sinceridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Humor e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Confidência;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com cumplicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Infantilidade e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carinho;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBdiqudKwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Wou9SLm4E7A/s1600/Ferias+Rosario+e+Joaquim+134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBdiqudKwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Wou9SLm4E7A/s200/Ferias+Rosario+e+Joaquim+134.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com experiência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maturidade e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Certeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser amiga delas é &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ser eu mesma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos suportamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos abusamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos irritamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas incondicionalmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nos amamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBeoz3aBiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iCa4i4A3vNM/s1600/imagesCAZUFGFK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBeoz3aBiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/iCa4i4A3vNM/s400/imagesCAZUFGFK.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha existência faz parte de suas vidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desde que nos cativamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E suas vidas são parte da minha existência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou espontaneamente presa a elas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nossos laços são eternos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBb7HYf1lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7BuEC-h0Xyk/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBb7HYf1lI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7BuEC-h0Xyk/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15/03/99 ás 00:10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-935187187363768101?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6429851287039265495' title='Sobre Amizade: o amor escolhido'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/935187187363768101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=935187187363768101' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/935187187363768101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/935187187363768101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/04/sobre-amizade-o-amor-escolhido.html' title='Sobre Amizade: o amor escolhido'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/TGBfJGIqaRI/AAAAAAAAAII/cmbJ_ChGOGk/s72-c/untitled+amig.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-3116250800690167692</id><published>2010-04-12T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T14:06:56.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BBB 10 atrasada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S8NSu5xiqrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/krxXExIN9-4/s1600/inscricoes-e-fotos-do-bbb-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459298139039247026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S8NSu5xiqrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/krxXExIN9-4/s320/inscricoes-e-fotos-do-bbb-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessa vez não acompanhei o BBB desde o início, estava ás voltas com meus concursos e quando comecei a assistir não sabia quem era quem no jogo do milhão,mas me chamou bastante a atenção três participantes: Di César, Seginho e Michel&lt;br /&gt;Di César por idioleto ,típico dos gays, muito engraçado,adoooroo! E o jeito discontraído e debochado com que trata todas as coisas boas ou ruins.&lt;br /&gt;E especialmente a amizade pura de Michel e Serginho, era lindo o carinho com que eles se tratavam, poucos homens(heteros) teriam a coragem do Michel de se abrir totalmente a esta amizade. E Serginho, embora com a sua petulância adolescente mostrou a muitos que pode sim haver uma/apenas amizade entre um homem e um gay.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei muito envolvida e encantada, principalmente com o Michel, morri de votar e dechorar na sua eliminhação...como sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-3116250800690167692?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/3116250800690167692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=3116250800690167692' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/3116250800690167692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/3116250800690167692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/04/bbb-10-atrasada.html' title='BBB 10 atrasada'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S8NSu5xiqrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/krxXExIN9-4/s72-c/inscricoes-e-fotos-do-bbb-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-7122380602749973162</id><published>2010-04-12T12:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:18:25.115-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um aborto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S8NXjJDd2pI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RmTeySOm8KM/s1600/pregnant-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459303434540669586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S8NXjJDd2pI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RmTeySOm8KM/s320/pregnant-woman.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 256px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Amigos, mais uma vez perdi um filho.&lt;br /&gt;Passei horas,mais precisamente (das 11 ás 12:30) produzindo uma das minha pérolas e na hora de ( PUBLICAR POSTAGEM) tive a idéia de girico de editar....ai apaguei tudo....aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, que dor! Um misto de raiva de mim mesma com um vazio.... Tava perfeita minha postagem, logo ela que iria inaugurar o blog em 2010. Fazer o quê? É a segunda segunda vez que isso me acontece, a primeira foi com ( sobre Reginaldo Rossi e Gerson Campos) eu unca vou conseguir reescrevê-las&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/6429851287039265495-7122380602749973162?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/7122380602749973162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=7122380602749973162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7122380602749973162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7122380602749973162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2010/04/mais-um-aborto.html' title='Mais um aborto'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S8NXjJDd2pI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RmTeySOm8KM/s72-c/pregnant-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-5711836573760706540</id><published>2009-10-21T13:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:19:10.270-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogos num Salão de Beleza em Salvador</title><content type='html'>_ Quero fazer unha e escova.&lt;br /&gt;Manicures e cabeleireira se entreolham e...&lt;br /&gt;_ Nada me empata de almoçar depois daqui&lt;br /&gt;_ Pois vai Ingrid, faz a unha dela&lt;br /&gt;_ Senta. Ah, você vai espichar o cabelo também,ne? Então senta nessa.&lt;br /&gt;_ Peraí, vamos lavar ... Pode sentar em cima das revistas mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;_ Corta?&lt;br /&gt;_ Humrum. Deixa eu ver os esmaltes&lt;br /&gt;_ Vai já, depois eu mostro.&lt;br /&gt;_ Você reparte pra que lado? Esse né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a "criente" inerte ateve-se a obedecer tantas coordenadas e indelicadezas . E é se quiser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Vai chegar o dia dessas bicha dá na cara da gente!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-5711836573760706540?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/5711836573760706540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=5711836573760706540' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/5711836573760706540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/5711836573760706540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/10/dialogos-num-salao-de-beleza-em.html' title='Diálogos num Salão de Beleza em Salvador'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-5968682286934970867</id><published>2009-09-30T18:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:28:36.827-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LÓGICA DO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SsPpmg2Y4bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5NEn1MQcLI4/s1600-h/Lar+doce+lar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387406427127603634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SsPpmg2Y4bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5NEn1MQcLI4/s320/Lar+doce+lar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Casamento Feliz&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; é igual a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mulher sábia &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;+ mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Marido Bondoso&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(elevado á décima potêcia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mulher será sábia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;=&gt; se então for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;alegre e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;=&gt; se somente se for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fogosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marido &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;C está contido no conjunto dos&lt;/span&gt; Bondosos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;=&gt; se então for&lt;/span&gt; fiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuidadoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;=&gt; se somente se for&lt;/span&gt; apaixonado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;menos { - }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amigos mau casados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Família muito próximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Multiplicado [ x ] por&lt;/span&gt; noitadas &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;( v ) ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;viagens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(^ ) e &lt;/span&gt;conversas diárias &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;+ mais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;projetos futuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Produto/Total = &lt;/span&gt;LAR DOCE LAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;/tal que&lt;/span&gt; MARIDO E MULHER FELIZES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-5968682286934970867?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/5968682286934970867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=5968682286934970867' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/5968682286934970867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/5968682286934970867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/09/logica-do-amor.html' title='LÓGICA DO AMOR'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SsPpmg2Y4bI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5NEn1MQcLI4/s72-c/Lar+doce+lar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-4728007715373335109</id><published>2009-09-22T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:34:23.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DOS AMANTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384360997702170354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrkXzMKBdvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EpRjNUj8UW8/s320/AMANTES-LEONARDO%2520HERRERA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que os &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amantes&lt;/span&gt; se amem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que os &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amantes &lt;/span&gt;se amassem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que não sevistam de juízo ou de padre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E que não digam nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E que não digam &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;            ( F. Miguel de Moura)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O amor é finalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;embaraço de pernas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma união de barrigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um breve &lt;/span&gt;trema de artérias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;confusão de bocas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uma&lt;/span&gt; batalha de veias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um reboliço de ancas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quem diz outra coisa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;        É BESTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;( Gregório de Matos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quer um &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amante feliz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e obediente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dê a ele uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; boa cama quente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                        (Cy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Cynara)&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/6429851287039265495-4728007715373335109?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/4728007715373335109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=4728007715373335109' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/4728007715373335109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/4728007715373335109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/09/dia-dos-amantes.html' title='DIA DOS AMANTES'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrkXzMKBdvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EpRjNUj8UW8/s72-c/AMANTES-LEONARDO%2520HERRERA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-3085162904739356939</id><published>2009-09-19T19:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:18:32.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tchau pra TI, se é que me entendem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrUpYJnMt3I/AAAAAAAAACU/S9BwAHtxyeA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383254424465225586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrUpYJnMt3I/AAAAAAAAACU/S9BwAHtxyeA/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje ELA não mais existe&lt;br /&gt;Pra MIM&lt;br /&gt;Talvez em Mim&lt;br /&gt;Só no pensar ou&lt;br /&gt;No pesar de NÃO MAIS&lt;br /&gt;Não mais PODER ou&lt;br /&gt;Não mais Fingir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje há duas faces de ti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certeza de NÃO SER e&lt;br /&gt;O ônus de ESTAR... (se estivesse)&lt;br /&gt;Posto que até hoje,&lt;br /&gt;foi sempre em mim de outrem;&lt;br /&gt;A partir de hoje...(se for)&lt;br /&gt;será de MIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da outra FACE decerto que NÃO&lt;br /&gt;Se é assim&lt;br /&gt;Decerto que a minha face&lt;br /&gt;Será NÃO&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/6429851287039265495-3085162904739356939?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/3085162904739356939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=3085162904739356939' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/3085162904739356939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/3085162904739356939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/09/tchau-pra-ti-se-e-que-me-entendem.html' title='Tchau pra TI, se é que me entendem!'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrUpYJnMt3I/AAAAAAAAACU/S9BwAHtxyeA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-8066469012829624344</id><published>2009-09-19T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:27:38.893-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descoberta sobre mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SsPpK0VfZII/AAAAAAAAAEs/cYM7e61Gxuo/s1600-h/Lar+doce+lar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quando descobri que era escorpiana, achava isso um engano,mas com o amadurecimento veio-me a constatação:tenho um lado sexual fortíssimo,desconfio até do vento e preciso ter as rédeas de tudo. De todas essas características a desconfiança era bem mais evidente, como poderia me casar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Por essas e outras imaginava-me uma inveterada solteira feliz, daquelas que ficam velhinhas tomando chá_no meu caso café_com as amigas,só me preocupava a falta delas pra esses momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre me vinha o questionamento sobre a traição: "Qual seria meu comportamento QUANDO isso me acontecesse ..."porque pra mim não havia SE nese tema,seguido de dúvidas:&lt;br /&gt;Separar? " Tudo ela perdoou ao seu volúvel amante,menos o tornar-se indigno do seu amor" (Senhora - José de Alencar ), mas até Aurélia perdoou.&lt;br /&gt;Trair? Sei lá, me parece mesquinho trocar farpas.&lt;br /&gt;Fechar os olhos,pois os sábios sofrem mais? Até poderia ser,mas até que ponto seria sabedoria ou covardia...&lt;br /&gt;Perdoar? Essa alternativa acho pouco provável para minha escorpianice.&lt;br /&gt;E agora estando do outro lado,chego a uma solução para o meu impasse.Quem dera se fosse só meu e não de todas as casadas.&lt;br /&gt;Pra surpreender minha desconfiança descobri que existe SE e que a traição só virá se você viver a vida do outro, se projetar no outro e amar só o outro.Mas se você amando o outro, viver sua vida e não a do outro, não haverá necessidade nem motivos para traição.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez essa seja minha alternativa para ser uma convencional moderna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-8066469012829624344?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/8066469012829624344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=8066469012829624344' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/8066469012829624344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/8066469012829624344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/09/descoberta-sobre-mim.html' title='Descoberta sobre mim'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-5177805948060205138</id><published>2009-07-20T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:56:24.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CATIVAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrZO-MO0bzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-NW0OPWO_FI/s1600-h/peq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383577234910244658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrZO-MO0bzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-NW0OPWO_FI/s320/peq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;UMA PALAVRA ESCONDIDA JAMAIS ESQUECIDA ME VEM DESPERTAR&lt;br /&gt;CONTENDO SETE LETRINHAS E TODAS JUNTINHAS&lt;br /&gt;SE LÊ : C A T I V A R&lt;br /&gt;CATIVAR É AMAR&lt;br /&gt;É TAMBÉM CARREGAR UM POUQUINHO DA DOR&lt;br /&gt;QUE ALGUÉM TEM PRA LEVAR&lt;br /&gt;CATIVOU, DISSE ALGUÉM&lt;br /&gt;LAÇOS FORTES CRIOU&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSÁVEL TU ÉS PELO QUE CATIVOU&lt;br /&gt;NUM DESERTO TÃO SÓ ENTRE HOMENS TAMBÉM&lt;br /&gt;VOU TENTAR CATIVAR FICAR PERTO DE ALGUÉM&lt;br /&gt;CATIVOU!&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/6429851287039265495-5177805948060205138?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/5177805948060205138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=5177805948060205138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/5177805948060205138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/5177805948060205138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/07/cativar.html' title='CATIVAR'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrZO-MO0bzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-NW0OPWO_FI/s72-c/peq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-7876736664918316825</id><published>2009-07-13T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:17:45.987-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VAPT - VUPT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWewGH0hbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CoOGIdYcdHM/s1600-h/5NKWDWCAYE9J60CA2MD0HDCA59CTMNCAX0NNYFCABVDVZXCAW9IZ00CAI5Y34JCAF49428CAASBWS6CA6YXUP9CA28FUM0CA6VQPDECA2RNP57CA8QSWUACAEK9AWRCALKZJOLCA17Y81TCAYLEZ2K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383383478705620402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWewGH0hbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CoOGIdYcdHM/s320/5NKWDWCAYE9J60CA2MD0HDCA59CTMNCAX0NNYFCABVDVZXCAW9IZ00CAI5Y34JCAF49428CAASBWS6CA6YXUP9CA28FUM0CA6VQPDECA2RNP57CA8QSWUACAEK9AWRCALKZJOLCA17Y81TCAYLEZ2K.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O que é isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dá uma vontade de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;SER FELIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dançar até cansar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Falar até secar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Pular até cair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ver todo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Vapt-Vupt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Deitar até dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Dormir sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ler sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ouvir apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ser associal&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/6429851287039265495-7876736664918316825?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/7876736664918316825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=7876736664918316825' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7876736664918316825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7876736664918316825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/07/vapt-vupt.html' title='VAPT - VUPT'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWewGH0hbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CoOGIdYcdHM/s72-c/5NKWDWCAYE9J60CA2MD0HDCA59CTMNCAX0NNYFCABVDVZXCAW9IZ00CAI5Y34JCAF49428CAASBWS6CA6YXUP9CA28FUM0CA6VQPDECA2RNP57CA8QSWUACAEK9AWRCALKZJOLCA17Y81TCAYLEZ2K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-6923828191250242920</id><published>2009-07-12T15:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:40:19.879-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voto Vencido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrZRmBXTTDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ishnkU7kDF8/s1600-h/roberto-carlos-show-no-maracana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383580118211054642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrZRmBXTTDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ishnkU7kDF8/s320/roberto-carlos-show-no-maracana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você assistiu ao show do Rei ontem? Que pergunta,claro que sim... até eu que todos sabem tenho uma antipatia gratuita por ele assisti. E mais que isso: me emocionei muito&lt;br /&gt;Nunca gostei do rei acho que pelo fato de ele agradar a gregos e troianos. è um saco: meu marido gosta,minha mãe, minha tias, quase todos os professores que eu conheço....nannnn.&lt;br /&gt;Já causei,inclusive muita insatisfação, quando digo que adoro as músicas dele,desde que cantadas por outros e que o Rei deveria ser Erasmo Carlos.E abro um parêntes aqui para o " Elas cantam Roberto" foi m-a-r-a-v-i-l-h-o-s-o! Só top de linha e ele só cantou uma ...perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;As letras de Roberto Carlos são realmente emocionates,quem não se identifica com: Outra vez,Amor Perfeito,Detalhes,Olha...? Ontem particularmente me rendi aos encantos do rei e chorei horrores,especialmete no encontro dele com Erasmo. Aquelas declarações baratas e constante que ele faz para os fãs me soam com falsidade,mas tenho que admitir e admiro bastante: a verdadeira e fiel amizade dele e Erasmo,é realmente muito sincera,fraterna,pura...um sentimento lindo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bem o fato é que me comovi com o rei ontem, ele é só um pouquinho chato,ms as letras dele são ótimas para ouvir e cantar,pra dá aula então,nem se fala,perfeitas: repletas de figuras de linguagem,só perde pra Chico Buarque nesse ponto.Ah, e mais é muito católico,gosto de quem defende a fé católica publicamente,é tão difícil isso hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim,hoje deixei Marido colocar o CD do rei e curti bastante, sou voto vencido mesmo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-6923828191250242920?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6923828191250242920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=6923828191250242920' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6923828191250242920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6923828191250242920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/07/voto-vencido.html' title='Voto Vencido!'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrZRmBXTTDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ishnkU7kDF8/s72-c/roberto-carlos-show-no-maracana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-8914115240116202681</id><published>2009-06-11T11:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:23:46.128-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Camões e Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWgJTXJPzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/reL34EiJ7bI/s1600-h/ZB24SMCAJADL3OCA92HVBOCAGKW80VCA90ELAICAB840UACA71KOA7CARDX6J9CA55JPN5CARB09B7CA4PMC12CA07O0BECA6LZCJPCALH1G7ECAXKNK5ZCA883G1OCAY4NC49CAW4TL5GCAYXBCVL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383385011267911474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWgJTXJPzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/reL34EiJ7bI/s320/ZB24SMCAJADL3OCA92HVBOCAGKW80VCA90ELAICAB840UACA71KOA7CARDX6J9CA55JPN5CARB09B7CA4PMC12CA07O0BECA6LZCJPCALH1G7ECAXKNK5ZCA883G1OCAY4NC49CAW4TL5GCAYXBCVL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ao Desconcerto do Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;( Camões)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Os bons vi sempre passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No Mundo graves tormentos; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E pera mais me espantar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Os maus vi sempre nadar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em mar de contentamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cuidando alcançar assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O bem tão mal ordenado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fui mau, mas fui castigado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Assim que, só pera mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anda o Mundo concertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sempre achei que esse poema de Camões tinha tudo a ver comigo e agora mais do que nunca " só para mim o mundo anda concertado" e eu nem fui má!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-8914115240116202681?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/8914115240116202681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=8914115240116202681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/8914115240116202681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/8914115240116202681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/06/camoes-e-eu.html' title='Camões e Eu'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWgJTXJPzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/reL34EiJ7bI/s72-c/ZB24SMCAJADL3OCA92HVBOCAGKW80VCA90ELAICAB840UACA71KOA7CARDX6J9CA55JPN5CARB09B7CA4PMC12CA07O0BECA6LZCJPCALH1G7ECAXKNK5ZCA883G1OCAY4NC49CAW4TL5GCAYXBCVL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-8658283581025756592</id><published>2009-06-05T21:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:44:30.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrZMUTcaAxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gcDe8wCWrBM/s1600-h/anjos103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383574316268520210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrZMUTcaAxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gcDe8wCWrBM/s320/anjos103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POEMA DE SETE FACES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando nasci, um anjo torto&lt;br /&gt;desses que vivem na sombra&lt;br /&gt;disse: Vai, Carlos! ser gauche na vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Carlos Drumonnd de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Play That&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando eu nasci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;um anjo louco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;muito louco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;veio ler a minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Não era um anjo barroco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Era um anjo muito louco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;torto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;com asas de avião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Eis que esse anjo me disse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;apertando minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;com um sorriso entre dentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Vai bicho desafinaro coro dos contentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let's play that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Torquato Neto)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLAGIANJO MEU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO NASCI&lt;br /&gt;UM ANJO CALMO&lt;br /&gt;DESSES,&lt;br /&gt;QUE VIVEM INTENSAMENTE O MOMENTO&lt;br /&gt;OLHOU PRA MIM, TRANQUILO.&lt;br /&gt;E DISSE:&lt;br /&gt;_ VAI CYNARA, SORRIR NA VIDA!&lt;br /&gt;VAI SER FELIZ COM PRAZER!&lt;br /&gt;E HÁ ALGUNS ANOS... EU VIVO ASSIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Cynara Osório)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-8658283581025756592?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/8658283581025756592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=8658283581025756592' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/8658283581025756592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/8658283581025756592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/06/quando-nasci-um-anjo-torto-desses-que.html' title='Sobre a vida...'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrZMUTcaAxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gcDe8wCWrBM/s72-c/anjos103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-6437306540005926806</id><published>2009-06-01T12:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:08:01.492-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuação de FELI(saudade)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWcgQMqQ6I/AAAAAAAAACs/aXFc1llTLPE/s1600-h/10737079%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383381007509111714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWcgQMqQ6I/AAAAAAAAACs/aXFc1llTLPE/s320/10737079%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Felici(saudade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade da minha gente discreta&lt;br /&gt;Da minha gente versada,letrada&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do piauiês&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de dizer e ouvir: “Mulher”, “Mermã”&lt;br /&gt;De reclamar constantemente do calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que falta me faz o Parnaíba&lt;br /&gt;A Maranhão&lt;br /&gt;O Redenção, onde as distâncias não duram mais que meia hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de ouvir forró&lt;br /&gt;O tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Em todo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de Vavá Ribeiro e&lt;br /&gt;Da Banda Bali...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de ficar quieta na “parada de ônibus”&lt;br /&gt;De entrar pela frente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,que falta me faz o Piauí&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/6429851287039265495-6437306540005926806?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6437306540005926806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=6437306540005926806' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6437306540005926806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6437306540005926806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/06/continuacao-de-felisaudade.html' title='Continuação de FELI(saudade)'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWcgQMqQ6I/AAAAAAAAACs/aXFc1llTLPE/s72-c/10737079%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-6003561303429227902</id><published>2009-05-29T15:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:05:44.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Crime compensa? Ou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Emoção, empatia, um turbilhão de idéias e até vontade de escrever, senti ao assistir, tardiamente, á “Maysa, quando fala o coração”.&lt;br /&gt;   Como assisti? Este é um parágrafo á parte. Ia passando,quando vi um DVD e pensei:&lt;br /&gt;“Por que compra-lo, por que não compra-lo... comprei-o” É pirata... psssssssiiiu,não espalha,tá. Afinal, sou uma mulher politicamente correta e não deveria ter cometido esse delito, confesso: fui fraca, mas o crime compensou veja o porquê.&lt;br /&gt;   Não sei porque á época não tive estímulo para assistir e só agora vejo o que perdi, aliás, não perdi,ainda bem.&lt;br /&gt;   Maysa, irreverente, insaciável, livre, não se rendia a tabus descabidos – me acho um pouco isso, é claro, no meu anonimato. Decerto que não só eu,mas muitas outras anônimas no/do Brasil se identificam com a irreverência de Maysa.&lt;br /&gt;   Por vezes (capítulos), cheguei a compará-la com Florbela Espanca “Eu sou a que no mundo anda perdida...” Ao menos na sede de viver/ amar, no sofrimento não sei. Este e a solidão são seus – das duas – companheiros inseparáveis.&lt;br /&gt;  O vazio que ela sentia a dor do vazio expressada tão fidedignamente nas suas letras revelam ou despertam o monstro da fossa, a amarga angústia que há em todas nós, mesmo estando felizes, realizadas, preenchidas, já que ninguém o é totalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-6003561303429227902?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6003561303429227902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=6003561303429227902' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6003561303429227902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6003561303429227902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-crime-compensa-ou.html' title='O Crime compensa? Ou...'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-1601688685784546062</id><published>2009-05-29T14:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:01:26.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felici(saudade)</title><content type='html'>Saudade da minha gente discreta&lt;br /&gt;               Da minha gente versada,letrada&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do piauiês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que falta me faz o Parnaíba&lt;br /&gt;                           A Maranhão&lt;br /&gt;                           O Redenção, onde as distâncias não duram mais que meia hora&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-1601688685784546062?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/1601688685784546062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=1601688685784546062' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/1601688685784546062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/1601688685784546062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/05/felicisaudade.html' title='Felici(saudade)'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-7266100506410874605</id><published>2009-05-27T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:57:51.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Briguinha com ela...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ei&lt;/span&gt;, o que é isso?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá, relaxe, não se culpe.Afinal há quanto tempo não tem um resfriado ou uma gripe que te deixe assim: absorta sob os lençóis a tarde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toda&lt;/span&gt;, o dia todo,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heim&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se culpe garota, não é nem um crime &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inafiançável&lt;/span&gt;,imprescritível ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;insuscetível&lt;/span&gt; de graça ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anistia&lt;/span&gt; e ademais você até se inspirou,olha aí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja que a longa tarde de folga diante da TV,ora tricotando, ora petiscando,ora ressonando,foi proveitosa. Você merece,todo mortal merece um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;diazinho&lt;/span&gt; de despreocupação de não-fazer-nada sem culpa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que esse é o lado &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bonzinho&lt;/span&gt; e "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Macunaíma&lt;/span&gt;" da sua consciência querendo te tranquilizar,mas o lado real te faz vilã e culpada sim pela horas a fio que você passa viajando no mundo mágico das telenovelas, brigando com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lerdeza&lt;/span&gt; da sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; ou perdida com afazeres domésticos brincando de casinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ei&lt;/span&gt;, o que é isso?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá estudar,garota,faça alguma coisa de útil da sua vida!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-7266100506410874605?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/7266100506410874605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=7266100506410874605' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7266100506410874605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7266100506410874605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2009/05/briguinha-com-ela.html' title='Briguinha com ela...'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-7635837588556755879</id><published>2008-09-21T10:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:21:24.679-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Leia, Por Favor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O POVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Não posso deixar de concordar com tudo que dizem do povo. È uma decisão impopular, eu sei, mas o que fazer? É a hora da verdade. O povo que me perdoe, mas ele merece tudo que se tem dito dele. E muito mais.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;As opiniões recentemente emitidas sobre o povo até foram tolerantes. Disseram, por exemplo, que o povo se comporta mal em grenais. Disseram que o povo é corrupto. Por um natural escrúpulo não quiseram ir mais longe. Pois eu não tenho escrúpulo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;O povo se comporta mal em toda parte, não apenas no futebol. O povo tem péssimas maneiras. O povo se veste mal. Não raro, cheira mal também. O povo faz xixi e cocô na escala industrial. Se não houvesse povo, não teríamos o problema ecológico. O povo não sabe comer. O povo tem um gosto deplorável. O povo é insensível. O povo é vulgar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;A chamada explosão demográfica é culpa exclusivamente do povo. O povo se reproduz numa proporção verdadeiramente suicida. O povo é promíscuo e sem-vergonha. A superpopulação nos grandes centros se deve ao povo. As lamentáveis favelas que tanto prejudicam nossa paisagem urbana foram inventadas pelo povo, que as matem contra os preceitos da higiene e da estética. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Responda sem meias-palavras: haveria os problemas de trânsito se não fosse pelo povo? O povo é um estorvo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;É notória a incapacidade política do povo. O povo não sabe votar. Quando vota, invariavelmente vota em candidatos populares que justamente por agradarem o povo, não podem ser boa coisa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;O povo é pouco saudável. Há sabidamente, 95 por cento mais cáries dentárias entre o povo. O índice de morte por má nutrição entre o povo é assustador. O povo não se cuida. Estão sempre sendo atrelados. Isto quando não se matam entre si. O banditismo campeia entre o povo. O povo é ladrão. O povo é viciado. O povo é doido. O povo é imprevisível. O povo é um perigo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;O povo não tem a mínima cultura. Muitos nem sabem ler ou escrever! O povo não viaja não se interessa por boa música ou literatura, não vai a museus. O povo não gosta de trabalho criativo, prefere empregos ignóbeis e aviltantes. Isto quando trabalha, pois há os que preferem o ócio contemplativo, embaixo de pontes. Se não fosse o povo nossa economia funcionaria como máquina. Todo mundo seria mais feliz sem o povo. O povo é deprimente. O povo deveria ser eliminado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;(Luis Fernando Veríssimo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-7635837588556755879?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/7635837588556755879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=7635837588556755879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7635837588556755879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/7635837588556755879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-leia-por-favor.html' title='Não Leia, Por Favor!'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-2199688029167038389</id><published>2008-09-14T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:54:24.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOBRE A CERTEZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;     Quando o homem morre,recebe de herança insetos,feras e vermes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;                       ( Eclesiático,10-11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;             O DEUS-VERME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...Ah!Para ele é que a carne podre fica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;    E no inventário da matéria rica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;    Cabe aos seus filhos a maior porção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;                ( Augusto dos Anjos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;   " Cada estação da vida é uma edição que corrige a anterior e que será corrigida também,até a edição definitiva que o editor dá de graça aos vermes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;              ( Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas - Machado de Assis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;...E se um dia hei de ser pó,cinza e nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;   Que seja minha noite uma alvorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;   Que eu saiba me perder pra me encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;               (Florbela Espanca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; CONSOADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Quando a Indesejada das gentes chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(Não sei se dura ou caroável),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Talvez eu tenha medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Talvez sorria, ou diga:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;- Alô, iniludível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;O meu dia foi bom, pode a noite descer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(A noite com seus sortilégios.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Encontrará lavrado o campo, a casa limpa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;A mesa posta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Com cada coisa em seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;     ( Manuel Bandeira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;    Segundo Vinícius de Moraes,a "Morte é a angústia de quem vive". E assim vivemos nesse vale de lágrimas;angustiados,amedrontados,esperando por este instante que é a nossa única certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   Procuramos retardar a qualquer custo e nunca nos acostumamos com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   Bem que  tento tratar A INDESEJADA com uma pitada de humor,com normalidade...se é que é possível, mas no fundo  atormenta-me o simples fato  de pensar na sua chegada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   Na verdade, essa postagem é mais uma tentativa de aceitação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;   Pois bem,se é desta e com esta certeza que vivemos,vamos aproveitar a vida. CARPE DIEM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--This is an optional footer. If you want text here, place it inside these tags, and   remove this comment.   --&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-2199688029167038389?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/2199688029167038389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=2199688029167038389' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/2199688029167038389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/2199688029167038389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2008/09/sobre-certeza.html' title='SOBRE A CERTEZA'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-3081873400020785917</id><published>2008-09-10T17:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:29:39.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMBRANÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Meu pai tocava violão cantando bem alto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Minha mãe fazia trancinhas em mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Minha avó me deixava ser a dona do mundo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Minha outra avó fazia rede&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Meu avô fazia vassoura e casava os santos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Minha bisavó gostava de cajá&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Minha outra bisavó era cega,ainda assim fazia cordão de rede&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Minha tia-madrinha ouvia Chico, Gal, Caetano, Gil...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Minha outra tia me deu meu primeiro ovo de páscoa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Meu tio me deu um pianinho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Minha outra tia brincava de show comigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Acho que eu sabia que era feliz... às vezes ainda sou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                               Cy Oeiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-3081873400020785917?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/3081873400020785917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=3081873400020785917' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/3081873400020785917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/3081873400020785917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2008/09/lembranas.html' title='LEMBRANÇAS'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-2127211707250369435</id><published>2008-09-10T17:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:55:28.613-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FUTURO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWnoWtzocI/AAAAAAAAADU/41dneII2Jm4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383393241325609410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWnoWtzocI/AAAAAAAAADU/41dneII2Jm4/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Acredito mas,&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Temo e &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sofro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Acredito portanto,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Insisto e&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Vou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,204);" &gt;CYNARA 07-09-03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-2127211707250369435?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/2127211707250369435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=2127211707250369435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/2127211707250369435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/2127211707250369435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2008/09/futuro-acredito-mas-temo-e-sofro.html' title='FUTURO'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWnoWtzocI/AAAAAAAAADU/41dneII2Jm4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-6823571386303355050</id><published>2008-09-10T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:49:40.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo de uma professora  á beira de uma crise de nervos..rsrsrsrrs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SMg2y5rhZ-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/suI6l4qVnhc/s1600-h/sb10069564g-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SMg2y5rhZ-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/suI6l4qVnhc/s320/sb10069564g-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244502014177667042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Instante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Hoje,agora?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Não quero estudar,nem ler;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Nem poesia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero escrever e protestar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;A minha capacidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;De não&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;escrever&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Nem poesia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Nem uma estrofe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Nem um verso&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;E nem prosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt; uma palavra sequer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; com emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Essa&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;coisa simples, que&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;se sente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;E que não dá pra expressar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Nem em poesia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Essa coisa que me importuna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;E não dá pra mostrar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Nem em poesia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(95, 73, 122);"&gt;Nem em prosa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                     Literacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-6823571386303355050?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6823571386303355050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=6823571386303355050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6823571386303355050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6823571386303355050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2008/09/desabafo-de-uma-professora-beira-de-uma.html' title='Desabafo de uma professora  á beira de uma crise de nervos..rsrsrsrrs'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SMg2y5rhZ-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/suI6l4qVnhc/s72-c/sb10069564g-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-6899000163226183066</id><published>2008-09-10T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:11:00.617-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VINÍCIUS É DEMAIS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v /&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata title="Vinicius de Moraes" src="file:///C:\Users\Cynara\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Soneto Do Amor Total&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:12;"&gt;Amo-te tanto, meu amor... não cante&lt;br /&gt;O humano coração com mais verdade...&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te como amigo e como amante&lt;br /&gt;Numa sempre diversa realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te afim, de um calmo amor prestante&lt;br /&gt;E te amo além, presente na saudade&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te, enfim, com grande liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da eternidade e a cada instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te como um bicho, simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;De um amor sem mistério e sem virtude&lt;br /&gt;Com um desejo maciço e permanente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de te amar assim, muito e amiúde&lt;br /&gt;É que um dia em teu corpo de repente&lt;br /&gt;Hei de morrer de amar mais do que pude.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;PLAGIANDO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;AMOR QUASE TOTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Amo-te tanto,meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Jamais cantou meu coração sacana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;com mais verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Amo-te como amiga e como amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;mesmo com tanta liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6429851287039265495-6899000163226183066?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/6899000163226183066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=6899000163226183066' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6899000163226183066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/6899000163226183066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2008/09/vincius-demais.html' title='VINÍCIUS É DEMAIS!!!'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-2206523768272248432</id><published>2008-08-25T02:27:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T16:22:57.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;OLAVO BILAC DIZ:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S9Bj2hLS3pI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZKVXkdTv-5g/s1600/923823591_1f100d6853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S9Bj2hLS3pI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZKVXkdTv-5g/s320/923823591_1f100d6853.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Ora (direis) ouvir estrelas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Ora (direis) ouvir estrelas! Certo&lt;br /&gt;Perdeste o senso!" E eu vos direi, no entanto,&lt;br /&gt;Que, para ouvi-Ias, muita vez desperto&lt;br /&gt;E abro as janelas, pálido de espanto ...&lt;br /&gt;E conversamos toda a noite, enquanto&lt;br /&gt;A via láctea, como um pálio aberto,&lt;br /&gt;Cintila. E, ao vir do sol, saudoso e em pranto,&lt;br /&gt;Inda as procuro pelo céu deserto.&lt;br /&gt;Direis agora: "Tresloucado amigo!&lt;br /&gt;Que conversas com elas? Que sentido&lt;br /&gt;Tem o que dizem, quando estão contigo?"&lt;br /&gt;E eu vos direi: "Amai para entendê-las!&lt;br /&gt;Pois só quem ama pode ter ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de ouvir e de entender estrelas." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;E KID ABELHA CANTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Direis ouvir estrelas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Certo perdestes o senso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S9BmJb2Le3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/EdgQT6OC0DA/s1600/2947462174_7a6c216528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S9BmJb2Le3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/EdgQT6OC0DA/s200/2947462174_7a6c216528.jpg" width="185" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;E eu vos direi, no entanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Que, para ouvi- las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;muita vez desperto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;E abro as janelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;pálido de espanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Enquanto conversamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Cintila Via Láctea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Como um pátio aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;E ao vir do sol, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Saudoso e em pranto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Inda as procuro pelo céu deserto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Que conversas com elas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O que te dizem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;quando estão contigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;AH...Amai para entendê-las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;AH...Pois só quem ama pode ouvir estrelas&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/6429851287039265495-2206523768272248432?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/2206523768272248432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=2206523768272248432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/2206523768272248432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/2206523768272248432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2008/08/ora-direis-ouvir-estrelas-ora-direis.html' title=''/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S9Bj2hLS3pI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZKVXkdTv-5g/s72-c/923823591_1f100d6853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6429851287039265495.post-1664222234414452545</id><published>2008-08-25T02:12:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:31:38.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O BATUQUE SOU EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWi_91jNiI/AAAAAAAAADE/igcAZ_SnUSM/s1600-h/29786536_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383388149405922850" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWi_91jNiI/AAAAAAAAADE/igcAZ_SnUSM/s320/29786536_1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 253px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Um batuque que vem do coração&lt;br /&gt;O batuque me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reflete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo ter nascido lá dentro&lt;br /&gt;Razão pra ele não sair de mim&lt;br /&gt;Aqui dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T A M B O R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tam&lt;/span&gt;... tum... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tam&lt;/span&gt;... tum...&lt;br /&gt;Tum... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tam&lt;/span&gt;...tum... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C O R A Ç Ã O&lt;br /&gt;Confundem-se o tambor e meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou assim&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Está dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta um batuque&lt;br /&gt;E tudo batuca dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/Cynara/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Aqui dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou afro&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou tambor&lt;br /&gt;Esse batuque contagiante&lt;br /&gt;Essa alegria-protesto&lt;br /&gt;SOU EU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="file:///C:/Users/Cynara/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyoeiras&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/6429851287039265495-1664222234414452545?l=literacyoeiras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/feeds/1664222234414452545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6429851287039265495&amp;postID=1664222234414452545' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/1664222234414452545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6429851287039265495/posts/default/1664222234414452545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://literacyoeiras.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-batuque-sou-eu.html' title='O BATUQUE SOU EU'/><author><name>Cynara  Littera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00569739735947731324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/S88ripixZkI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yWF3C13-Jic/S220/Perfeita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__6jMqRSZQ0w/SrWi_91jNiI/AAAAAAAAADE/igcAZ_SnUSM/s72-c/29786536_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
