<?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-9081472000265983533</id><updated>2012-01-27T08:56:19.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Platitudes ou Panacéias</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-7686085126390843485</id><published>2010-05-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T06:06:14.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR - Lia Luft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/TAERN0PM2SI/AAAAAAAAHqo/1og70Uz_ILA/s1600/img0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/TAERN0PM2SI/AAAAAAAAHqo/1og70Uz_ILA/s400/img0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476677550917605666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão dos homens tem a medida da solidão de suas mulheres. O casal perfeito seria o que sabe aceitar a solidão inevitável do ser humano, sem se sentir isolado do parceiro ou sem se isolar dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se possa começar por aí: não correr para o casamento, o namoro, o amante (não importa) imaginando que agora serão solucionados ou suavizados todos os problemas como a chatice da casa dos pais, ver as amigas ou amigos casando e tendo filhos, a  mesmice do emprego, chegar sozinho às festas e sexo difícil e sem afeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não cair nos braços do outro como quem cai na armadilha do "enfim nunca mais só!", porque aí é que a coisa começa a ferver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conviver é enfrentar o pior dos inimigos, o insidioso, o silencioso, o sempre à espreita, incansável: o tédio, o desencanto, esse inimigo de dois rostos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passada a primeira fase de paixão (desculpem, mas ela passa. O que não significa tédio nem fim de atração), começamos a amar de outro jeito. Ou a amar melhor; ou, aí é que começamos a amar. A querer bem; a apreciar; a respeitar; a valorizar; a mimar; a sentir a falta; a conceder espaço; a querer que o outro cresça e não fique grudado na gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cotidiano baixa sobre qualquer relação e qualquer vida, com a poeira do desencanto e do cansaço, do tédio. A conta a pagar, a empregada que não veio, alguém na família doente ou problemático, a mãe ou o pai deprimido ou simplesmente o emprego sem graça e o patrão de mau humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E explodimos, queremos morrer, quando cai aquela última gota, pode ser uma trivialíssima gota - ai nos damos conta: nada mais é como era no começo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada foi como eu esperava. Não sei se quero continuar assim, mas também não sei o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não desistimos facilmente porque afinal somos guerreiros ou nem estaríamos mais aqui, e também porque há os compromissos, a casa, a grana e até ainda o afeto, é preciso inventar um jeito de recomeçar, reconstruir. Na verdade deviam-se reconstruir todos os dias. Usar da criatividade numa relação. O problema é que, quando se fala em  criatividade numa relação, a maioria pensa logo em inovações no sexo, mas transar é o resultado, não o meio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo disse no aniversário de sua mulher uma das coisas mais belas que ouvi: "Todos os dias de nosso casamento (de uns 40 anos), eu te  escolhi de novo como minha mulher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas primeiro teríamos de nos escolher a nós mesmos diariamente. Ao menos e vez em quando sentar na cama ao acordar, pensar: como anda a minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero continuar vivendo assim? Se não quero, o que posso fazer para melhorar? Quase sempre há coisas a melhorar, e quase sempre podem ser melhoradas. Ainda que seja algo bem simples; ainda que seja mais complicado, como realizar o velho sonho de estudar, de abrir uma loja, de fazer uma viagem, de mudar de profissão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós nos permitimos muito pouco em matéria de felicidade, alegria, realização e sobretudo abertura com o outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil? É difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É duro? É duro. Cada dia, levantar e escovar os dentes já é um ato heróico, dizia Hélio Pellegrino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é um heroísmo, viver bem um amor, mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O casal perfeito talvez seja aquele que não desiste de correr atrás do sonho e da certeza de que, apesar dos pesares, nós, a cada dia, nos escolheríamos novamente!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-7686085126390843485?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/7686085126390843485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=7686085126390843485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/7686085126390843485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/7686085126390843485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2010/05/amor-lia-luft.html' title='AMOR - Lia Luft'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/TAERN0PM2SI/AAAAAAAAHqo/1og70Uz_ILA/s72-c/img0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-6235309658088519562</id><published>2010-05-28T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:00:09.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O IDIOTA E A MOEDA - Arnaldo Jabor</title><content type='html'>Conta-se que numa cidade do interior um grupo de pessoas se divertia com o idiota da aldeia. Um pobre coitado, de pouca inteligência, vivia de pequenos biscates e esmolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Diariamente eles chamavam o idiota ao bar onde se reuniam e ofereciam a ele a escolha entre duas moedas: uma grande de 400 RÉIS e outra menor de 2.000 RÉIS. Ele sempre escolhia a maior e menos valiosa, o que era motivo de risos para todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Certo dia, um dos membros do grupo chamou-o e lhe perguntou se ainda não havia percebido que a moeda maior valia menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       - Eu sei, respondeu o tolo. "Ela vale cinco vezes menos, mas no dia que eu escolher a outra, a brincadeira acaba e não vou mais ganhar minha moeda”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Podem-se tirar várias conclusões dessa pequena narrativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A primeira: Quem parece idiota, nem sempre é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A segunda: Quais eram os verdadeiros idiotas da história?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A terceira: Se você for ganancioso, acaba estragando sua fonte de renda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Mas a conclusão mais interessante é: A percepção de que podemos estar bem, mesmo quando os outros não têm uma boa opinião a nosso respeito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-6235309658088519562?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/6235309658088519562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=6235309658088519562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/6235309658088519562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/6235309658088519562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-idiota-e-moeda-arnaldo-jabor.html' title='O IDIOTA E A MOEDA - Arnaldo Jabor'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-8325256857245818242</id><published>2010-05-28T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:59:38.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXIGÊNCIAS DA VIDA MODERNA</title><content type='html'>(quem agüenta tudo isso??)&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que todos os dias você deve comer uma maçã por causa do ferro.&lt;br /&gt;E uma banana pelo potássio.&lt;br /&gt;E também uma laranja pela vitamina C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma xícara de chá verde sem açúcar para prevenir a diabetes&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias deve-se tomar ao menos dois litros de água.&lt;br /&gt;E uriná-los, o que consome o dobro do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias deve-se tomar um Yakult pelos lactobacilos (que ninguém sabe bem o que é, mas que aos bilhões, ajudam a digestão).&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia uma Aspirina, previne infarto.&lt;br /&gt;Uma taça de vinho tinto também.&lt;br /&gt;Uma de vinho branco estabiliza o sistema nervoso.  &lt;br /&gt;Um copo de cerveja, para... não lembro bem para o que, mas faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;O benefício adicional é que se você tomar tudo isso ao mesmo tempo e tiver um derrame, nem vai perceber.&lt;br /&gt;[]&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias deve-se comer fibra.&lt;br /&gt;Muita, muitíssima fibra.&lt;br /&gt;Fibra suficiente para fazer um pulôver.&lt;br /&gt;Você deve fazer entre quatro e seis refeições leves diariamente.&lt;br /&gt;E nunca se esqueça de mastigar pelo menos cem vezes cada garfada.&lt;br /&gt;Só para comer, serão cerca de cinco horas do dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não esqueça de escovar os dentes depois de comer.&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, você tem que escovar os dentes depois da maçã, da banana, da laranja, das seis refeições e enquanto tiver dentes, passar fio dental, massagear a gengiva, escovar a língua e bochechar com Plax.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor, inclusive, ampliar o banheiro e aproveitar para colocar um equipamento de som, porque entre a água, a fibra e os dentes, você vai passar ali várias horas por dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há que se dormir oito horas por noite e trabalhar outras oito por dia, mais as cinco comendo são vinte e uma.&lt;br /&gt;Sobram três, desde que você não pegue trânsito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As estatísticas comprovam que assistimos três horas de TV por dia.&lt;br /&gt;Menos você, porque todos os dias você vai caminhar ao menos meia hora (por experiência própria, após quinze minutos dê meia volta e comece a voltar, ou a meia hora vira uma).&lt;br /&gt;[]&lt;br /&gt;E você deve cuidar das amizades, porque são como uma planta: devem ser regadas diariamente, o que me faz pensar em quem vai cuidar delas quando eu estiver viajando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve-se estar bem informado também, lendo dois ou três jornais por dia para comparar as informações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! E o sexo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias, tomando o cuidado de não se cair na rotina.&lt;br /&gt;Há que ser criativo, inovador para renovar a sedução.&lt;br /&gt;Isso leva tempo e nem estou falando de sexo tântrico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também precisa sobrar tempo para varrer, passar, lavar roupa, pratos e espero que você não tenha um bichinho de estimação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha conta são 29 horas por dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única solução que me ocorre é fazer várias dessas coisas ao mesmo tempo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomar banho frio com a boca aberta, assim você toma água e escova os dentes. Chame os amigos e seus pais.&lt;br /&gt;Beba o vinho, coma a maçã e dê a banana na boca da sua mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que somos crescidinhos, senão ainda teria um Danoninho e se sobrarem 5 minutos, uma colherada de leite de magnésio.&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho que ir.&lt;br /&gt;É o meio do dia, e depois da cerveja, do vinho e da maçã, tenho que ir ao banheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já que vou, levo um jornal...&lt;br /&gt;Tchau....&lt;br /&gt;Se sobrar um tempinho, me manda um e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luís Fernando Veríssimo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-8325256857245818242?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/8325256857245818242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=8325256857245818242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/8325256857245818242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/8325256857245818242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2010/05/exigencias-da-vida-moderna.html' title='EXIGÊNCIAS DA VIDA MODERNA'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-5656450669444983424</id><published>2010-05-21T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T06:24:11.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pintura em acrílico - termino hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/S_aJUU3SSsI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/mM_IDBg68dU/s1600/DSC08904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/S_aJUU3SSsI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/mM_IDBg68dU/s400/DSC08904.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473713379406400194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-5656450669444983424?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/5656450669444983424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=5656450669444983424' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/5656450669444983424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/5656450669444983424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='pintura em acrílico - termino hoje!'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/S_aJUU3SSsI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/mM_IDBg68dU/s72-c/DSC08904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-5992368899010626712</id><published>2010-05-13T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T04:18:57.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN RESPONSE TO THE OIL SPILL IN THE GULF OF MEXICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/S-vgHMkVEXI/AAAAAAAAHoE/JAJiztyBtMo/s1600/aves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/S-vgHMkVEXI/AAAAAAAAHoE/JAJiztyBtMo/s400/aves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470712586608906610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/S-vf1vAJv4I/AAAAAAAAHn8/3TG0XjoXAFI/s1600/acidente1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/S-vf1vAJv4I/AAAAAAAAHn8/3TG0XjoXAFI/s400/acidente1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470712286614765442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IN RESPONSE TO THE OIL SPILL IN THE GULF OF MEXICO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.thezeitgeistmovement.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Venus, Florida- May 12rd, 2010) On the Gulf Coast of the United States the shock is now setting in for millions of American citizens as we now realize the true extent of the damage caused by our desire for obsolete and dangerous fossil fuels, and our perpetuation of an outdated monetary world society, where the bottom line has always been profit at all costs, be it human or environmental. It is time for a viable solution to deal with a system hardwired for self destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with that very unfortunate introduction that we, The Zeitgeist Movement, now must enter the international conversation to express the need for true change. That word is not some jingoist slogan devised by a focus group, but the evident desire of the public for a meaningful transition out of the destructive legacy, the burden of our past mistakes as a maturing civilization. We only have one Earth; there is no reset button here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must break out of our established ideologies that have prevented progress. Ending the political duality, economic stratification and false divisions is key to overcoming our apparent historical bondage that says the future we were promised must remain an elusive dream. We must now rethink our society and outgrow those parts of it that serve to paralyze us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Friday, April 30th it was reported by CBS News (US) that the spill had spread to cover 2,100 square miles and was still spilling at a rate up to 5,000 barrels (210,000 gallons) a day. As of today, there has been no progress in stopping this catastrophe. This did not have to happen. It happened because we continue to use an obsolete technology for the sake of maintaining a profitable establishment. An establishment that perpetuates vast inequality in its wages to its employees versus its core owners, destroys fragile and vital eco-systems, and pollutes our air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for real change, not empty promises. No amount of socialism or free market ideology will save us from ourselves, there needs to be a fundamental re-write of what we think we know, to achieve a sustainable human enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our generation has stood and watched as our planet has been raped and pillaged, yet we do nothing. Our generation has stood and watched as our government bailed out the very people who created this economic crisis, yet we do nothing. Our generation has stood and watched as our rights have been stripped away from us, and yet we do nothing. Our generation has stood and watched as we have been handed the problems of the countless generations before it, and we are preparing to do the same to the next generation, and we do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be the first generation to hand solutions to our children and our children’s children. But we can’t do it alone. Let us break down the barriers we have created amongst ourselves. We need all of you, every last one, to say enough is enough in one voice. Not as Americans or Russians, Christians or Muslims, but as fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters. Let us destroy the lines between us and work to create a world where our children are truly safe and free. Let us create a world where we can tell our children that they can be and do whatever their heart desires, and know deep inside us we are telling them the truth. Let our generation be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the tools, we have the knowledge, we have the technology. It is time we make the transition to a world, an economy, and a future we all deserve regardless of geographic location or economic disposition. As long as we rely on legacy systems defined in a 19th century mentality all we will do is spin our wheels while a parade of economic and ecologic disasters visits us again and again. It is time to pull the plug on this charade because as you will find out, there is a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the Zeitgeist Movement representatives, reach out to you so that we can all work together to do what must be done. Every man, woman and child has a voice, but together we can create one voice so deafening that no one will have a choice but to listen. But it requires you. It requires you put away preconceived notions you have been told about “the way things are” as if it is the only way, because it's not! Our way of thinking will no longer sustain us. We can either remain in the house of cards we have built and watch it collapse all around us, or we can, through the best our society has to offer, begin to construct a stable mature and thriving society so that the Gulf Coast Oil Spill, the Exxon Valdez and many others are nothing more then an embarrassing footnote in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;www.thezeitgeistmovement.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--END--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preceding Press Release was created by the Comm Team of The Zeitgeist Movement and is encouraged to be spread to anyone and everyone. Some media suggestions are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letters@guardian.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;national@guardian.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;society@guardian.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;commentisfree@guardian.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;news@bigissue.com&lt;br /&gt;edit.scot@bigissue.com&lt;br /&gt;news.desk@express.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;allpublications@express.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;mirrornews@MGN.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;newsroom@standard.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;news.desk@ft.com&lt;br /&gt;pictures@happymagazine.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;newseditor@independent.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;andy.kyle@mailonsunday.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;editorial@londonmetro.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;newmagpix@express.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;editorial@pinkpaper.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;contact@sbpost.ie&lt;br /&gt;mail@sundaypost.com&lt;br /&gt;home.news@thetimes.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;veeteeay@gn.apc.org&lt;br /&gt;talkback@the-sun.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;ZM Team"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-5992368899010626712?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/5992368899010626712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=5992368899010626712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/5992368899010626712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/5992368899010626712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-response-to-oil-spill-in-gulf-of.html' title='IN RESPONSE TO THE OIL SPILL IN THE GULF OF MEXICO'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/S-vgHMkVEXI/AAAAAAAAHoE/JAJiztyBtMo/s72-c/aves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-1604986263745478339</id><published>2009-12-04T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:20:33.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show AC/DC - Pra ficar bem registrado na minha história.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SxlEwffzi8I/AAAAAAAAHi4/LUj_nVD4Rcg/s1600-h/DSC07830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SxlEwffzi8I/AAAAAAAAHi4/LUj_nVD4Rcg/s400/DSC07830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411432027141671874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SxlEkynABWI/AAAAAAAAHiw/IJZd99EMQeo/s1600-h/DSC07807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SxlEkynABWI/AAAAAAAAHiw/IJZd99EMQeo/s400/DSC07807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411431826113693026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-1604986263745478339?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/1604986263745478339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=1604986263745478339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1604986263745478339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1604986263745478339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2009/12/show-acdc-pra-ficar-bem-registrado-na.html' title='Show AC/DC - Pra ficar bem registrado na minha história.'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SxlEwffzi8I/AAAAAAAAHi4/LUj_nVD4Rcg/s72-c/DSC07830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-1548183124097117885</id><published>2009-11-25T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:55:04.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fela Kuti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Sw16ZaFKNgI/AAAAAAAAHig/mS1OfGr5zC8/s1600/felakuti1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Sw16ZaFKNgI/AAAAAAAAHig/mS1OfGr5zC8/s400/felakuti1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408113304458114562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before them come force us away as slaves&lt;br /&gt;During the time them come force us away as slaves&lt;br /&gt;Na European man, na him dey carry shit&lt;br /&gt;Na for them culture to carry shit&lt;br /&gt;During the time them come colonize us&lt;br /&gt;Them come teach us to carry shit&lt;br /&gt;Long, long, long, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;African man we no dey carry shit&lt;br /&gt;Na European man teach us to carry shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I.T.T &lt;a class="elemsug" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/fela-kuti/1576105/"&gt;(International Thief Thief)&lt;/a&gt; - Fela Kuti)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-1548183124097117885?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/1548183124097117885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=1548183124097117885' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1548183124097117885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1548183124097117885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2009/11/fela-kuti.html' title='Fela Kuti'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Sw16ZaFKNgI/AAAAAAAAHig/mS1OfGr5zC8/s72-c/felakuti1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-3839218172387523124</id><published>2009-10-27T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:25:23.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agilidade no TJGO, senta que lá vem história...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SubeCwdz7DI/AAAAAAAAHiU/rENcNj2U1Ks/s1600-h/DSC07584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SubeCwdz7DI/AAAAAAAAHiU/rENcNj2U1Ks/s400/DSC07584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397245342401162290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Justiça Estadual de Goiás é famosa por sua morosidade. Anteriormente atuando como estagiária e atualmente advogando, posso falar com alguma propriedade sobre isso...&lt;br /&gt;Sem entrar no mérito da meta 2, que realmente pode desabarrotar especialmente as varas de assistência judiciária, que diga-se de passagem, estão alojadas no anexo do Forum, em um prédio residencial, sem a menor capacidade para o quantitativo de processos ali estocados e outros que diariamente são distribuídos, fato é que o prédio está condenado e se alguém quiser tirar a prova é só olhar pormenorizadamente para o prédio e constatar uma leve inclinação do mesmo, seria a Torre de Pizza de Goiânia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, hoje não estou disposta a "meter o pau" no Forum e suas varas de assistência, ao contrário, venho noticiar um fato que de tão utópico, parece lenda! Ontem, protocolei uma interlocutória por volta de 13hs, um pedido de alvará, numa ação de consignação em pagamento, falei com a acessora do juiz (Incrível, atualmente atropelando todas prerrogativas dos advogados, vários magistrados do TJGO vem com sucesso impedindo o acesso desses profissionais aos seus gabinetes, muitas vezes o acesso é restrito aos próprios acessores de gabinete!) e continuando, no final da tarde, minha petição estava juntada, já havia sido conclusa e retornado a escrivania, tudo isso em uma única tarde!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pra completar, quase chorei de emoção esta manhã, quando consultando o andamento do processo vejo os seguintes dizeres:"Aguardando providência da parte - buscar alvará."&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem conhece nosso Judiciário Estadual, essa história é pra ficar guardada nos anais de qualquer lugar, como é minha, fica aqui neste blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.: Ao Filipe agradeço pela força, pelo tempo e te parabenizo por ter realizado com eficiência a função de um estagiário! I love u xuxu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-3839218172387523124?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/3839218172387523124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=3839218172387523124' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/3839218172387523124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/3839218172387523124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2009/10/agilidade-no-tjgo-lenda-ou-realidade.html' title='Agilidade no TJGO, senta que lá vem história...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SubeCwdz7DI/AAAAAAAAHiU/rENcNj2U1Ks/s72-c/DSC07584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-1055800270475773692</id><published>2009-10-22T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:30:51.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cagaita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SuBp-mTRZBI/AAAAAAAAHh8/iIgkvz7t04Y/s1600-h/DSC07576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SuBp-mTRZBI/AAAAAAAAHh8/iIgkvz7t04Y/s400/DSC07576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395428877744038930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SuBp-m5kBCI/AAAAAAAAHh0/mjJmYOT3jDo/s1600-h/DSC07578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SuBp-m5kBCI/AAAAAAAAHh0/mjJmYOT3jDo/s400/DSC07578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395428877904643106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SuBp-Raag8I/AAAAAAAAHhs/-EBRuEqlJbQ/s1600-h/DSC07574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SuBp-Raag8I/AAAAAAAAHhs/-EBRuEqlJbQ/s400/DSC07574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395428872136852418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um cheiro doce por fora e um gosto azedo por dentro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-1055800270475773692?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/1055800270475773692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=1055800270475773692' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1055800270475773692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1055800270475773692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2009/10/cagaita.html' title='Cagaita...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SuBp-mTRZBI/AAAAAAAAHh8/iIgkvz7t04Y/s72-c/DSC07576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-82162322388370642</id><published>2009-10-19T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:50:02.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inglorious Basterds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/StxUREzl9yI/AAAAAAAAHhI/hzMgpoz0yrM/s1600-h/inglorious_basterds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/StxUREzl9yI/AAAAAAAAHhI/hzMgpoz0yrM/s400/inglorious_basterds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394279106007660322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obra prima de Tarantino, que assisto pela segunda vez... Por hora basta, deixa sair em DVD...&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederrrte!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A violência é tão fascinante&lt;br /&gt; E nossas vidas são tão normais&lt;br /&gt; E você passa de noite e sempre vê&lt;br /&gt; Apartamentos acesos&lt;br /&gt; Tudo parece ser tão real&lt;br /&gt; Mas você viu esse filme também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Todo mundo sabe e ninguém quer mais saber&lt;br /&gt; Afinal, amar o próximo é tão demodé."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baader-Meinhof Blues)&lt;br /&gt;http://music.mtv.uol.com.br/artista/legiao_urbana/videos/321925/baadermeinhof_blues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-82162322388370642?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/82162322388370642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=82162322388370642' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/82162322388370642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/82162322388370642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2009/10/inglorious-basterds.html' title='Inglorious Basterds'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/StxUREzl9yI/AAAAAAAAHhI/hzMgpoz0yrM/s72-c/inglorious_basterds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-1054992171062646669</id><published>2009-10-16T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:11:41.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor/paixão/relacionamento fica tão bom quanto o convencional quando se compartilha entre 3 ou + pessoas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E enquanto assistia um programa onde os personagens desafiam os costumes e matem um romance alá Dona Flor e seus dois maridos, saboreando o capeletti ao molho branco e alcaparras, me veio a péssima idéia de questionar:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Você conseguiria amar (no sentido de se relacionar) duas pessoas ao mesmo tempo?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O arrependimento chegou minutos depois enquanto filosofávamos sobre a questão... Conheço minha natureza, não suportaria dividir alguém, ouvi-lo titubear sobre o assunto então...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ménage à trois&lt;/span&gt; vá lá, mas relacionamento a três?! Será?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talvez conseguisse me dividir entre duas pessoas, não estou bem certa se o sentimento seria o mesmo para ambos, mas haveria de ser atenciosa com ambos, possivelmente ambos viriam a me acrescentar de forma que um só não poderia, talvez um triangulo amoroso fosse mesmo uma boa experiência pra vida... Mas afinal, será que ambos aceitariam esse relacionamento tão fora dos costumes, fora dos padrões, tão aberto? Dividiriam sua mulher?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Falo por mim, posso dividir minhas coisas, mas não sei dividir meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;E neste assunto, prefiro me manter conservadora...&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/9081472000265983533-1054992171062646669?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/1054992171062646669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=1054992171062646669' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1054992171062646669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1054992171062646669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-amorpaixaorelacionamento-fica-tao-bom.html' title='O amor/paixão/relacionamento fica tão bom quanto o convencional quando se compartilha entre 3 ou + pessoas?'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-2373385842906378962</id><published>2009-10-14T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:58:47.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Colóquios flácidos para acalentar bovinos."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/StX1FmSNgmI/AAAAAAAAHgY/7a4CbMxreN4/s1600-h/100_3901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/StX1FmSNgmI/AAAAAAAAHgY/7a4CbMxreN4/s400/100_3901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392485605371118178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOBRE A MORAL DE UM JEITO SIMPLES!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um coelhinho felpudo estava fazendo suas necessidades matinais quando olha para o lado, e vê um&lt;br /&gt; enorme urso fazendo o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt; O urso se vira para ele e diz: - Hei, coelhinho, você solta pêlos?&lt;br /&gt; O coelhinho, vaidoso e indignado, respondeu: - De jeito nenhum, venho de uma linhagem muito boa...&lt;br /&gt;Então o urso pegou o coelhinho e limpou a bunda com ele.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL DA HISTÓRIA:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUIDADO COM AS RESPOSTAS PRECIPITADAS, PENSE BEM NAS POSSÍVEIS CONSEQÜÊNCIAS ANTES DE RESPONDER!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, o leão, ao passar pelo urso diz: - Aí, hein, seu urso! Com toda essa pinta&lt;br /&gt;de bravo, fortão, bombado! Te vi ontem, dando o rabo prum coelhinho felpudo. Já contei pra todo mundo!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL DA MORAL:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ PODE ATÉ SACANEAR ALGUÉM, MAS LEMBRE-SE QUE SEMPRE EXISTE ALGUÉM MAIS FILHO DA PUTA QUE VOCÊ!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO NUA E CRUA&lt;/b&gt;: o problema do Brasil é que, quem elege os governantes não é o pessoal que lê  jornal, mas quem limpa a bunda com ele!"&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/9081472000265983533-2373385842906378962?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/2373385842906378962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=2373385842906378962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/2373385842906378962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/2373385842906378962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2009/10/coloquios-flacidos-para-acalentar.html' title='&quot;Colóquios flácidos para acalentar bovinos.&quot;'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/StX1FmSNgmI/AAAAAAAAHgY/7a4CbMxreN4/s72-c/100_3901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-2366337101229251666</id><published>2009-10-08T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T05:51:23.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Está vivo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ss3H8tZ31-I/AAAAAAAAHfk/loU5smcm0C8/s1600-h/DSC07326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ss3H8tZ31-I/AAAAAAAAHfk/loU5smcm0C8/s400/DSC07326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390184174826543074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E a venda!&lt;br /&gt;O poente surreal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;h3 align="center"&gt;Mayakovski&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h5&gt;Na primeira noite, eles se aproximam e colhem uma flor de nosso jardim. &lt;/h5&gt; E não dizemos nada.  &lt;h5&gt;Na segunda noite, já não se escondem, pisam as flores, matam nosso cão. E não dizemos nada. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Até que um dia, o mais frágil deles, entra sozinho em nossa casa, rouba-nos a lua, e, conhecendo nosso medo, arranca-nos a voz da garganta. &lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;E porque não dissemos nada, já não podemos dizer nada.&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-2366337101229251666?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/2366337101229251666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=2366337101229251666' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/2366337101229251666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/2366337101229251666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2009/10/esta-vivo-e-venda-o-poente-surreal.html' title='Está vivo!'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ss3H8tZ31-I/AAAAAAAAHfk/loU5smcm0C8/s72-c/DSC07326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-3543061291121054474</id><published>2009-10-02T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:08:38.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Simplesmente seja o que você julgar ser o melhor..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SsXnt05Z7EI/AAAAAAAAHfY/5ZxPgDLkCFk/s1600-h/uuu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SsXnt05Z7EI/AAAAAAAAHfY/5ZxPgDLkCFk/s400/uuu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387967303698213954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje resta um pouco de inconformismo com as reações alheias, mas ninguém muda ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;E por ser sexta, o bom humor vai predominar!&lt;br /&gt;Será verdade que o "olho gordo" alheio assola nossos bons momentos?&lt;br /&gt;É realmente importante não deixar transparecer nossos momentos de felicidade?&lt;br /&gt;Que emoções, momentos, fatos, pessoas podemos expôr a terceiros sem amargar o prejuízo da inveja?&lt;br /&gt;Quais momentos, emoções, pessoas, fatos são deveras importante para se contar ao mundo a nossa volta?&lt;br /&gt;O amor por exemplo é algo relevante de se expôr? Cartas/e-mails/declarações de amor são importantes? Fotografias são importantes?&lt;br /&gt;Porque evidenciar a expectativa de algum evento parece mais interessante de se espalhar aos 4 ventos? Isso sim me parece que, possivelmente desperte muito a inveja alheia... Fato é que certas coisas se consolidam e outras, como o amor, podem morrer na praia, principalmente por falta dessas "minúcias" que alguns consideram menos importantes ou nem considerem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Muito pouco - Maria Rita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-3543061291121054474?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/3543061291121054474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=3543061291121054474' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/3543061291121054474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/3543061291121054474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2009/10/non-rien-de-rien.html' title='&quot;Simplesmente seja o que você julgar ser o melhor...&quot;'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SsXnt05Z7EI/AAAAAAAAHfY/5ZxPgDLkCFk/s72-c/uuu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-9062812572465906747</id><published>2009-10-01T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:31:12.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utarakuru se define como el lugar donde nunca brilla el sol ni la luna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SsSXHTe0H3I/AAAAAAAAHes/JyX-BpCt8DY/s1600-h/quadro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SsSXHTe0H3I/AAAAAAAAHes/JyX-BpCt8DY/s400/quadro.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387597205986353010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na foto: minha primeira pintura em tinta acrílica, um poente que fotografei em algum lugar, algum dia... Um pouco de linguagem poética não fez tão mal assim, talvez seja mesmo surreal encontrar um poente nessas cores... enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me perguntaram se eu iria vendê-lo... Pensei bem antes de responder, pois é um filho meu... Que entrego pra qualquer um que pagar R$ 500,00!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um desapêgo contraditório... Realmente rola um apêgo financeiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-9062812572465906747?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/9062812572465906747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=9062812572465906747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/9062812572465906747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/9062812572465906747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2009/10/bonsoir.html' title='Utarakuru se define como el lugar donde nunca brilla el sol ni la luna.'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/SsSXHTe0H3I/AAAAAAAAHes/JyX-BpCt8DY/s72-c/quadro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-6908821877798346579</id><published>2009-09-25T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:29:34.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limitada pelo FOTOLOG venho me refugiar aqui, ó mundo cruel e capitalista!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Sr0LaljB-lI/AAAAAAAAHeY/pWt036T1YC4/s1600-h/mao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Sr0LaljB-lI/AAAAAAAAHeY/pWt036T1YC4/s400/mao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385473280788527698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cirurgia de lipoaspiração? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbert Vianna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amor de Deus, eu não quero usar nada nem ninguém, nem falar do que não sei, nem procurar culpados, nem acusar ou apontar pessoas, mas ninguém está percebendo que toda essa busca insana pela estética ideal é muito menos lipo-as e muito mais piração?&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa é saúde outra é obsessão.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo pirou, enlouqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, Deus é a auto-imagem.&lt;br /&gt;Religião é dieta.&lt;br /&gt;Fé, só na estética.&lt;br /&gt;Ritual é malhação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é cafona, sinceridade é careta, pudor é ridículo, sentimento é bobagem.&lt;br /&gt;Gordura é pecado mortal.&lt;br /&gt;Ruga é contravenção.&lt;br /&gt;Roubar pode, envelhecer não.&lt;br /&gt;Estria é caso de polícia.&lt;br /&gt;Celulite é falta de educação.&lt;br /&gt;Filho da puta bem sucedido é exemplo de sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;A máxima moderna é uma só: pagando bem, que mal tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sociedade consumidora, a que tem dinheiro, a que produz, não pensa em mais nada além da imagem, imagem, imagem.&lt;br /&gt;Imagem, estética, medidas, beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais importa.&lt;br /&gt;Não importam os sentimentos, não importa a cultura, a sabedoria, o relacionamento, a amizade, a ajuda, nada mais importa.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o outro, o coletivo.&lt;br /&gt;Jovens não tem mais fé, nem idealismo, nem posição política.&lt;br /&gt;Adultos perdem o senso em busca da juventude fabricada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, eu também quero me sentir bem, quero caber nas roupas, quero ficar legal, quero caminhar correr, viver muito, ter uma aparência legal mas...&lt;br /&gt;Uma sociedade de adolescentes anoréxicas e bulímicas, de jovens lipoaspirados, turbinados aos vinte anos não é natural.&lt;br /&gt;Não é, não pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;Que as pessoas discutam o assunto.&lt;br /&gt;Que alguém acorde.&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo mude.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu me acalme.&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor sobreviva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao som de Pata de elefante - Não esqueça o remédio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-6908821877798346579?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/6908821877798346579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=6908821877798346579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/6908821877798346579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/6908821877798346579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2009/09/limitada-pelo-fotolog-venho-me-refugiar.html' title='Limitada pelo FOTOLOG venho me refugiar aqui, ó mundo cruel e capitalista!'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Sr0LaljB-lI/AAAAAAAAHeY/pWt036T1YC4/s72-c/mao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-2344366934467687044</id><published>2009-03-25T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:27:32.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A prolixidade no amor, ou na ausência dele"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/ScrmvQpqaHI/AAAAAAAAHKQ/z2cdWfgJuag/s1600-h/aranha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317316009662244978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/ScrmvQpqaHI/AAAAAAAAHKQ/z2cdWfgJuag/s400/aranha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"João amava Teresa que amava Raimundo que amava Maria que amava Joaquim que amava Lili que não amava ninguém. João foi para o Estados Unidos, Teresa para o convento, Raimundo morreu de desastre, Maria ficou para tia, Joaquim suicidou-se e Lili casou com J. Pinto Fernandes que não tinha entrado na história. "- Carlos Drummond -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalmente me desliguei com a exaustão de pensar, remoer e as vezes até chorar (faz bem), me rendi a incompreensibilidade em relação ao ser humano, com certo pesar... Me rendi por hora, logo voltarei a refletir longamente, até ficar mais uma vez exausta... Por que é tão difícil remover e tão fácil remoer as nódoas do coração que empatam todo e qualquer gesto a partir daí?! Quero me apegar novamente... Mas resta guardada no peito, a mais ingrata sensação de impotência, pareço até lamentar, mas nem sei o quê! Sei que não é passado e fatalmente continua me impedindo de sentir novamente... 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com as tuas necessidades, nem mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; nem menos, mas o justo para as tuas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; lutas terrenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Teu ambiente de trabalho‚ o que elegeste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; espontaneamente para a tua realização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Teus parentes, amigos são as almas que atraístes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; com tua própria afinidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Portanto, teu destino está constantemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; sobre teu controle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Tu escolhes, recolhes, eleges, atrais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Buscas, expulsas, modificas tudo  aquilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; que te rodeia a existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Teus pensamentos e vontades são a chave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; de teus atos e atitudes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; São as fontes de atração e repulsão na tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; jornada vivência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Não reclames nem te faças de vítima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Antes de tudo , analisa e observa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; A mudança está em tuas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; Reprograma tua meta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; busca o bem e viver melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; " Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; fazer um novo começo, qualquer um pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; começar agora e fazer um novo fim ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Júpiter Maçã  - Dores da alma&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/9081472000265983533-8282013002405873069?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/8282013002405873069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=8282013002405873069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/8282013002405873069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/8282013002405873069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/12/nasceste-no-lar-que-precisavas-vestiste.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/R2ff57oRG7I/AAAAAAAADy4/Q8EC8POtXwA/s72-c/Pict0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-4042321638594601156</id><published>2007-12-08T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:17.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joaquina - Floripa - Santa Catarina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/R1qugL2wWGI/AAAAAAAADyY/7T4DCcqwnG4/s1600-h/Dsc00541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/R1qugL2wWGI/AAAAAAAADyY/7T4DCcqwnG4/s400/Dsc00541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141613792558340194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;A=A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"and in the end the love you take is equal to the love you made."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end - Abbey road - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Essa é pra lembrar o último episódio de O Sistema, ontem, codigo zando:&lt;br /&gt;"lambda theta iote lambda alla roseta"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-4042321638594601156?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/4042321638594601156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=4042321638594601156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/4042321638594601156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/4042321638594601156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/12/joaquina-floripa-santa-catarina.html' title='Joaquina - Floripa - Santa Catarina'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/R1qugL2wWGI/AAAAAAAADyY/7T4DCcqwnG4/s72-c/Dsc00541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-7719778022862486852</id><published>2007-11-17T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:17.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rz9Qk9L9nuI/AAAAAAAADpg/6_JskKHjK9k/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rz9Qk9L9nuI/AAAAAAAADpg/6_JskKHjK9k/s400/DSC00342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133910696055906018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   esta vida é uma viagem&lt;br /&gt;pena eu estar&lt;br /&gt;  só de passagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Paulo Leminski &lt;/pre&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.insite.com.br/rodrigo/poet/leminski/index.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.insite.com.br/rodrigo/poet/leminski/lvolta.gif" border="0" height="21" width="31" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-7719778022862486852?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/7719778022862486852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=7719778022862486852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/7719778022862486852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/7719778022862486852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rz9Qk9L9nuI/AAAAAAAADpg/6_JskKHjK9k/s72-c/DSC00342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-5965462482398278955</id><published>2007-10-19T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:17.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora só falta você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rxj2KMGAWZI/AAAAAAAACiw/X_NBkdYXURk/s1600-h/100_5816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rxj2KMGAWZI/AAAAAAAACiw/X_NBkdYXURk/s400/100_5816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123115231039478162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um belo dia resolvi mudar&lt;br /&gt;E fazer tudo o que eu queria fazer&lt;br /&gt;Me libertei daquela vida vulgar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu levava estando junto à você&lt;br /&gt;E em tudo o que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Existe um porquê&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu sei que eu nasci&lt;br /&gt;Sei que eu nasci pra saber&lt;br /&gt;Pra saber o quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fui andando sem pensar em mudar&lt;br /&gt;E sem ligar pro que me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Um belo dia vou lhe telefonar&lt;br /&gt;Pra lhe dizer que aquele sonho cresceu&lt;br /&gt;No ar que eu respiro&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto prazer&lt;br /&gt;De ser quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;De estar onde estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora só falta você&lt;br /&gt;Agora só falta você&lt;br /&gt;Agora só falta você&lt;br /&gt;Agora só falta...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Rita Lee E Luiz Sérgio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-5965462482398278955?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/5965462482398278955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=5965462482398278955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/5965462482398278955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/5965462482398278955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/10/agora-s-falta-voc.html' title='Agora só falta você...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rxj2KMGAWZI/AAAAAAAACiw/X_NBkdYXURk/s72-c/100_5816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-6001568384052376727</id><published>2007-10-14T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:19.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vida de cachorro...</title><content type='html'>Sadan: Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauana: (chega mirando com a câmera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadan: "de novo minha filha... fotos?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lau: só uma danzim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadan: "vai lá... sorrindo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lau: Então só mais uma colorida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadan: (levanta) "pô cara, que saco!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lau: ô danzim só uma, e click!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxJl48GAWVI/AAAAAAAACiE/Xh9civljsN0/s1600-h/100_5666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxJl48GAWVI/AAAAAAAACiE/Xh9civljsN0/s400/100_5666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121267755152070994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxJlpcGAWUI/AAAAAAAACh8/CVW5gHTGcIw/s1600-h/100_5651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxJlpcGAWUI/AAAAAAAACh8/CVW5gHTGcIw/s400/100_5651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121267488864098626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxJlcsGAWTI/AAAAAAAACh0/t3vpTsClgoA/s1600-h/100_5643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxJlcsGAWTI/AAAAAAAACh0/t3vpTsClgoA/s400/100_5643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121267269820766514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-6001568384052376727?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/6001568384052376727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=6001568384052376727' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/6001568384052376727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/6001568384052376727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/10/vida-de-cachorro.html' title='vida de cachorro...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxJl48GAWVI/AAAAAAAACiE/Xh9civljsN0/s72-c/100_5666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-1499827741221657504</id><published>2007-10-13T05:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:19.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites de rock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxC6S8GAWSI/AAAAAAAAChU/5Jc7bmeSEAs/s1600-h/100_5492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxC6S8GAWSI/AAAAAAAAChU/5Jc7bmeSEAs/s400/100_5492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120797610851981602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxC5TMGAWRI/AAAAAAAAChM/p-pdR7gv_Kk/s1600-h/100_5498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxC5TMGAWRI/AAAAAAAAChM/p-pdR7gv_Kk/s400/100_5498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120796515635321106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxC5IsGAWQI/AAAAAAAAChE/Tm78FRk3b5o/s1600-h/100_5494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxC5IsGAWQI/AAAAAAAAChE/Tm78FRk3b5o/s400/100_5494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120796335246694658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxC4R8GAWPI/AAAAAAAACg8/v0FQV0bIhaA/s1600-h/100_5493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxC4R8GAWPI/AAAAAAAACg8/v0FQV0bIhaA/s400/100_5493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120795394648856818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite de Quinta-feira no Martim Cerêrê... novas pessoas, velhas idéias, artesanato em caixas de cigarro com declarações guardadas com cuidado numa carteira, coisas em comum, idades divergentes, reencontro, banheiros ainda limpos tarde da noite, Emas dormindo... a banda que gostei mais, foi a última a tocar: Malbec, tem uma vocalista e baixista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-1499827741221657504?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/1499827741221657504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=1499827741221657504' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1499827741221657504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1499827741221657504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/10/noites-de-rock.html' title='Noites de rock...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RxC6S8GAWSI/AAAAAAAAChU/5Jc7bmeSEAs/s72-c/100_5492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-1300228135497106925</id><published>2007-10-09T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:21.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Criativisando e perfumando o ambiente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwvywsGAWNI/AAAAAAAACgU/Yimv2o1Cnac/s1600-h/100_5416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwvywsGAWNI/AAAAAAAACgU/Yimv2o1Cnac/s400/100_5416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119452319720691922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwvwPMGAWMI/AAAAAAAACgM/cNIYKEQTBTI/s1600-h/100_5409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwvwPMGAWMI/AAAAAAAACgM/cNIYKEQTBTI/s400/100_5409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119449545171818690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rwvv08GAWLI/AAAAAAAACgE/4W5YxTBImXo/s1600-h/100_5414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rwvv08GAWLI/AAAAAAAACgE/4W5YxTBImXo/s400/100_5414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119449094200252594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwvvbMGAWKI/AAAAAAAACf8/FfQgym2r82Y/s1600-h/100_5412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwvvbMGAWKI/AAAAAAAACf8/FfQgym2r82Y/s400/100_5412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119448651818621090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwvuqsGAWJI/AAAAAAAACf0/YSDvLO8jUqc/s1600-h/100_5410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwvuqsGAWJI/AAAAAAAACf0/YSDvLO8jUqc/s400/100_5410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119447818594965650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-1300228135497106925?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/1300228135497106925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=1300228135497106925' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1300228135497106925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1300228135497106925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/10/arranjos-da-minha-cabea-perfuma-bem-o.html' title='Criativisando e perfumando o ambiente...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwvywsGAWNI/AAAAAAAACgU/Yimv2o1Cnac/s72-c/100_5416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-8370391519842907161</id><published>2007-10-02T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:21.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Árvore lisérgica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwK_LMGAWAI/AAAAAAAACcs/NptfKvLZ9XQ/s1600-h/100_5012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwK_LMGAWAI/AAAAAAAACcs/NptfKvLZ9XQ/s400/100_5012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116862325592184834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwK-e8GAV_I/AAAAAAAACck/EfkpRjWkOVE/s1600-h/100_5010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwK-e8GAV_I/AAAAAAAACck/EfkpRjWkOVE/s400/100_5010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116861565382973426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwK9scGAV-I/AAAAAAAACcc/Si2kHYfvuDM/s1600-h/100_5008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwK9scGAV-I/AAAAAAAACcc/Si2kHYfvuDM/s400/100_5008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116860697799579618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-8370391519842907161?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/8370391519842907161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=8370391519842907161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/8370391519842907161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/8370391519842907161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/10/rvore-lisrgica.html' title='Árvore lisérgica...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwK_LMGAWAI/AAAAAAAACcs/NptfKvLZ9XQ/s72-c/100_5012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-5363230045724888068</id><published>2007-10-01T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:22.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A crise do nosso tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwGa4MGAVyI/AAAAAAAACa0/LprRvuIelqA/s1600-h/100_4920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwGa4MGAVyI/AAAAAAAACa0/LprRvuIelqA/s400/100_4920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116540941779359522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwGYasGAVxI/AAAAAAAACas/vAoqV9ZUA0o/s1600-h/100_4960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwGYasGAVxI/AAAAAAAACas/vAoqV9ZUA0o/s400/100_4960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116538235949963026" 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;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;Um trecho do livro (f0to) que estou a ler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A crise do nosso tempo está ligada às relações do indivíduo como sociedade. O indivíduo tornou-se mais consciente que nunca de sua dependência para com a sociedade. Não vive essa dependência, contudo, como uma vantagem, um vínculo orgânico, uma força protetora, mas antes como uma ameaça a seus direitos naturais, ou até a sua existência econômica. Além disso, sua posição na sociedade é tal que as tendências egoístas de sua constituição vão sendo constantemente acentuadas, ao passo que suas tendências sociais, por natureza mais fraca, deterioram progressivamente. Todos os seres humanos, seja qual for a posição que ocupem na sociedade, estão sofrendo esse processo de deterioração. Prisioneiros de seu egoísmo sem o saber, sentem-se inseguros, solitários e privados da pura alegria de viver, simples e sem sofisticação. O homem só pode encontrar sentido na vida, breve e perigosa como é, devotando-se à sociedade."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-5363230045724888068?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/5363230045724888068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=5363230045724888068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/5363230045724888068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/5363230045724888068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/10/crise-do-nosso-tempo.html' title='A crise do nosso tempo...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RwGa4MGAVyI/AAAAAAAACa0/LprRvuIelqA/s72-c/100_4920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-4412245626577723171</id><published>2007-09-30T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:23.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>" Não há no mundo lei que possa condenar&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que a um outro alguém deixou de amar&lt;br /&gt;Eu já me preparei, parei para pensar&lt;br /&gt;E vi que é bem melhor não perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que tem que ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém jamais pode mudar&lt;br /&gt;Recebe menos quem mais tem pra dar&lt;br /&gt;E agora queira dar lincença, que eu já vou&lt;br /&gt;Deixa assim, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Não ligue se acaso o meu pranto rolar, tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Me deseje só felicidade, vamos manter a amizade&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me queira só por pena" (Trajetória - interpretação: Maria Rita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rv_X3MGAVnI/AAAAAAAACYM/SJ3uwHhQwMc/s1600-h/100_4850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rv63psGAVjI/AAAAAAAACXs/C8xGXk1Y2YM/s400/100_4866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115728153578329650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rv622MGAViI/AAAAAAAACXk/9LO8noDcODE/s1600-h/100_4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rv622MGAViI/AAAAAAAACXk/9LO8noDcODE/s400/100_4879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115727268815066658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rv61CcGAVhI/AAAAAAAACXc/QMoE6J20sdE/s1600-h/100_4869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rv61CcGAVhI/AAAAAAAACXc/QMoE6J20sdE/s400/100_4869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115725280245208594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-6110729953843308410?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/6110729953843308410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=6110729953843308410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/6110729953843308410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/6110729953843308410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/09/momentos-de-saudades-estranhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rv63psGAVjI/AAAAAAAACXs/C8xGXk1Y2YM/s72-c/100_4866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-1147644571174022312</id><published>2007-09-26T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:24.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Será que você é melhor do que o vinho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RvsSGUgTVCI/AAAAAAAACW8/fQHZ-s3vsz0/s1600-h/100_4766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Rvmw9EgTU2I/AAAAAAAACVA/A9XBpuQ9lc0/s400/100_4698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114313415083643746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem choveu e refrescou um pouco... os trovões foram música fria para os meus ouvidos quentes...&lt;br /&gt;Ipês brancos pra celebrar a primavera, meus favorito e favorita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Primavera - Tim Maia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o inverno chegar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero estar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;Pode o outono voltar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero estar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu, é primavera&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, é primavera&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Trago esta rosa, para te dar&lt;br /&gt;Trago esta rosa, para te dar&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu está tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;Cai chuva&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu está tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o inverno chegar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero estar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;Pode o outono voltar&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero estar junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu, é primavera&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, é primavera&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Trago esta rosa, para te dar&lt;br /&gt;Trago esta rosa, para te dar&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu está tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;Cai chuva&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu está tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;Cai chuva&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu está tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;Cai chuva&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o céu está tão lindo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-7682168565623817411?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/7682168565623817411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=7682168565623817411' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/7682168565623817411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/7682168565623817411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/09/cai-chuva.html' title='Cai chuva...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RvmzskgTU5I/AAAAAAAACVY/XIJIe6wothg/s72-c/100_4702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-2281894052780119351</id><published>2007-09-23T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:26.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral e Emoções</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RvZv-0gTUwI/AAAAAAAACTI/oi10virlCBQ/s1600-h/100_4595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RvZv-0gTUwI/AAAAAAAACTI/oi10virlCBQ/s400/100_4595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113397551962477314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Todos sabemos, a partir do que sentimos em relação a nós mesmos e dentro de nós, que nossos atos conscientes emanam de nossos desejos e temores. A intuição nos diz que isso se aplica também a nossos semelhantes e aos animais superiores. Todos tentamos evitar a dor e a morte, ao mesmo tempo que buscamos o que é agradável. Somos todos governados, no que fazemos, por impulsos; e estes se organizam de tal modo que nossas ações servem, em geral, à nossa própria preservação e à de espécie. Fome, amor, dor, medo são algumas dessas forças internas que comandam o instinto individual de autoconservação. Ao mesmo tempo, como seres sociais, somos movidos, nas relações com nossos semelhantes, por sentimentos como simpatia, orgulho, ódio, necessidade de poder, pidedade, e assim por diante. Todos esses impulsos primários, de difícil descrição em palavras, são as molas dos atos humanos. Toda essa ação cessaria se essas poderaos forças primárias deixassem de se agitar dentro de nós.&lt;br /&gt;   Embora nossa conduta pareça muito diferente da dos animais superiore, os instintos primários são muito semelhantes neles e em nós. A diferença mais evidente resulta do importante papel desempenhado no homem por um poder de imaginação relativamente intenso e pela capacidade de pensar, auxilada como é pela linguagem e outros instrumentos simbólicos. O pensamento é, no homem, o fator organizador interposto entre os instintos primários causais e as ações resultantes. Desse modo, a imaginação e a inteligência participam de nossa existência no papel de servas dos instintos primários. Sua intervenção, contudo, faz com que nossos atos atendam cada vez menos à meras exigências imediatas de nossos instintos. Através delas, o instinto primários liga-se a fins que se tornam cada vez mais distantes. Os instintos põem o pensamento em ação e o pensamento provoca ações intermediárias, inspiradas por emoções igualmente relacionadas com a meta final. Por força da repetição, esse processo faz com que as idéias e crenças adquiram e conservem grande eficácia, mesmo depois de os fins que lhes deram essa força estarem há muito esquecidos. Nos casos anormais em que essas fortes emoções tomadas de empréstimo aferram-se a objetos esvaziados de seus antigos significados próprios, falamos de fetichismo.&lt;br /&gt;   O processo que indiquei, no entanto, desempenha um papel muito importante também na vida comum. De fato, não dúvida de que é a esse processo - que podemos descrever como uma espiritualização das emoções e do pensamento - que o homem deve os mais sutis e refinados prazeres de que é capz: o prazer diante da beleza da criação artística e dos encadeamentos lógicos do pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;   Até onde posso ver, uma consideração se impõe no limiar de todo ensinamento moral. Se os homens, como indivíduos, cedem ao apelo de seus instintos básicos, evitando a dor e buscando satisfação apenas para si próprios, o resultado para todo o seu conjunto é, forçosamente, um estado de insegurança, medo e sofrimento geral. Se, além disso, eles usam sua inteligência numa perspectiva individualista, isto é, egoísta, baseando suas vidas na ilusão de uma existência feliz e descompromissada, as coisas dificilmente podem melhorar. Em comparação com os outros instintos e impulsos primários, as emoções do amor, da piedade e da amizade são fracas e limitadas demais para conduzir a sociedade humana a uma condição tolerável.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;   A verdadeira dificuldade, aquela que tem desconcertado os sábios de todas as épocas, é antes a seguinte: como tornar nossos ensinamentos fortes o bastante, na vida emocional do homem, para que sua influência resista à pressão das forças psíquicas básicas do indivíduo? Não sabemos, é claro, se os sábios do passado realmente se formularam essa pergunta, conscientemente e nesses termos; mas sabemos o quanto se empenharam em resolver o problema.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;   Nem é preciso dizer que vemos com satisfação que a religião busca lutar pela realização do princípio moral. O imperativo moral, no entanto, não é algo que interesse apenas à igreja ou à religião, mas o mais precioso bem tradicional de toda a humanidade. Consideremos, desse ponto de vista, a posiçaõ da imprensa, ou das escolas, com seu método competitivo! Tudo é dominado pelo culto à eficiência e ao sucesso, e não pelo valor das coisas e dos homens no tocante aos fins morais da sociedade humana. A isto é preciso acrescentar a deterioração moral que resulta de uma luta econômica implacável. No entanto, o cultivo deliberado do senso moral também fora da esfera religiosa, deveria contribuir igualmente para isto: para levar os homens a considerar que os problemas sociais nada são que oportunidades para um trabalho prazenteiro por uma vida melhor. Pois, encarada do mero ponto de vista humanos, a conduta moral não significa apenas uma rígida exigência de renúncia a algumas das almejadas alegrias da vida, mas sobretudo um interesse solidários numa melhor sorte para todos os homens.&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;   Há uma outra decorrência dessa concepção: não só devemos tolerar as diferenças entre indivíduos e entre grupos, como devemos de fato aceitá-las com satisfação e considerá-las enriquecedoras de nossa existência. Essa é a essência de toda tolerância verdadeira; sem tolerância neste sentido mais amplo, não se pode falar de verdadeira moralidade.&lt;br /&gt;   A moralidade, no sentido aqui brevemente indicado, não é um sistema fixo e inflexível. É antes um ponto de vista a partir do qual todas as questões que surgem da vida podem e devem ser julgadas. É uma tarefa nunca acabada, algo sempre presente para guiar nosso julgamento e inspirar nossa conduta. Acaso se pode conceber que algum homem verdadeiramente imbuído desse ideal fique satisfeito:&lt;br /&gt;- se receber de seus semelhantes um mairo retorno em bens e serviços do que a maioria dos outros homens jamais recebeu?&lt;br /&gt;- se seu país, por sentir-se neste momento militarmente seguro, se mantiver alheio à aspiração de se criar um sistema supranacional de segurança e justiça?&lt;br /&gt;   Pode ele contemplar passivamente, ou até com indiferença, o fato de, em outra parte do mundo, haver pessoas inocentes sendo brutalmente perseguidas, privadas de seus direitos ou até massacradas?&lt;br /&gt;   Formular estas perguntas é respondê-las!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Moral e emoções, do livro: Escritos da Maturidade - Albert Einstein)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-2281894052780119351?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/2281894052780119351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=2281894052780119351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/2281894052780119351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/2281894052780119351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/09/moral-e-emoes.html' title='Moral e Emoções'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RvZv-0gTUwI/AAAAAAAACTI/oi10virlCBQ/s72-c/100_4595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-7052992448446329864</id><published>2007-09-20T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:26.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chove, chuva, chove sem parar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RvNBN0gTUvI/AAAAAAAACSo/8Dmz0L4w7PA/s1600-h/100_4650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RvNBN0gTUvI/AAAAAAAACSo/8Dmz0L4w7PA/s400/100_4650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112501707683877618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma chuvinha tão tímida... fiquei assistindo lá do 15º andar...  Ô São Pedro, deixa de amarrar, solta a água!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Cómo hacerte saber&lt;br /&gt;Cómo hacerte saber que siempre hay tiempo?&lt;br /&gt;Que sólo tiene que buscarlo y dárselo.&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie establece normas salvo la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Que la vida sin ciertas normas pierde forma.&lt;br /&gt;Que la forma no se pierde con abrirnos.&lt;br /&gt;Que abrirnos no es amar indiscriminadamente.&lt;br /&gt;Que no esta prohibido amar.&lt;br /&gt;Que también se puede odiar.&lt;br /&gt;Que el odio y el amor son afectos.&lt;br /&gt;Que la agresión por que si, hiere mucho.&lt;br /&gt;Que las heridas se cierran.&lt;br /&gt;Que las puertas no deben cerrarse.&lt;br /&gt;Que la mayor puerta es el afecto.&lt;br /&gt;Que los afectos nos definen.&lt;br /&gt;Que definirse no es remar contra la corriente.&lt;br /&gt;Que no cuanto más fuerte se hace el trazo más se dibuja.&lt;br /&gt;Que buscar un equilibrio no implica ser tibio.&lt;br /&gt;Que negar palabras implica abrir distancias.&lt;br /&gt;Que encontrarse es muy hermoso.&lt;br /&gt;Que el sexo forma parte de lo hermoso de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Que la vida nace del sexo.&lt;br /&gt;Que el “porque” de los niños tiene un por qué.&lt;br /&gt;Que querer saber de alguien no es sólo curiosidad,&lt;br /&gt;Que querer saber todo de todos es curiosidad malsana.&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca está de más agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;Que la autodeterminación no es hacer las cosas solo.&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie quiere estar solo.&lt;br /&gt;Que para no estar solo hay que dar,&lt;br /&gt;Que para dar debemos recibir antes,&lt;br /&gt;Que para que nos den también hay que saber como pedir.&lt;br /&gt;Que saber pedir no es regalarse.&lt;br /&gt;Que regalarse es en definitiva no quererse.&lt;br /&gt;Que para que nos quieran debemos demostrar qué somos.&lt;br /&gt;Que para que alguien sea debemos ayudarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Que ayudar es poder alentar y apoyar.&lt;br /&gt;Que adular no es ayudar.&lt;br /&gt;Que adular es tan pernicioso como dar vuelta la cara.&lt;br /&gt;Que las cosas cara a cara son honestas.&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie es honesto porque no roba.&lt;br /&gt;Que el que roba no es ladrón por placer.&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando no hay placer en las cosa no se está viviendo.&lt;br /&gt;Que para sentir la vida no hay que olvidarse que existe la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;Que se puede estar muerto en vida.&lt;br /&gt;Que se siente con el cuerpo y la mente.&lt;br /&gt;Que con los oídos se escucha.&lt;br /&gt;Que cuesta ser sensible y no herirse.&lt;br /&gt;Que herirse no es desangrarse.&lt;br /&gt;Que para no ser heridos levantamos muros.&lt;br /&gt;Que quien siembra muros no recoge nada.&lt;br /&gt;Que casi todos somos albañiles de muros.&lt;br /&gt;Que sería mejor construir puentes.&lt;br /&gt;Que sobre ellos se va a la otra orilla y también se vuelve.&lt;br /&gt;Que volver no implica retroceder.&lt;br /&gt;Que retroceder también puede ser avanzar.&lt;br /&gt;Que no por mucho avanzar se amanece cerca del sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Benedetti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-7052992448446329864?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/7052992448446329864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=7052992448446329864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/7052992448446329864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/7052992448446329864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/09/chove-chuva-chove-sem-parar.html' title='Chove, chuva, chove sem parar...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RvNBN0gTUvI/AAAAAAAACSo/8Dmz0L4w7PA/s72-c/100_4650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-474914731529050383</id><published>2007-09-19T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:26.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RvF-SjLnuNI/AAAAAAAACSg/hDY-Qrz1_dU/s1600-h/100_4615%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RvF-SjLnuNI/AAAAAAAACSg/hDY-Qrz1_dU/s400/100_4615%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112005909188950226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roda viva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h2&gt;(Chico Buarque)&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Tem dias que a gente se sente&lt;br /&gt;Como quem partiu ou morreu&lt;br /&gt;A gente estancou de repente&lt;br /&gt;Ou foi o mundo então que cresceu&lt;br /&gt;A gente quer ter voz ativa&lt;br /&gt;No nosso destino mandar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que chega a roda viva&lt;br /&gt;E carrega o destino pra lá&lt;br /&gt;Roda mundo, roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Roda moinho, roda peão&lt;br /&gt;O tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;Nas voltas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;A gente vai contra a corrente&lt;br /&gt;Até não poder resistir&lt;br /&gt;Na volta do barco é que sente&lt;br /&gt;O quanto deixou de cumprir&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo que a gente cultiva&lt;br /&gt;A mais linda roseira que há&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que chega a roda viva&lt;br /&gt;E carrega a roseira pra lá&lt;br /&gt;Roda mundo, roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Roda moinho, roda peão&lt;br /&gt;O tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;Nas voltas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;A roda da saia, a mulata&lt;br /&gt;Não quer mais rodar, não senhor&lt;br /&gt;Não posso fazer serenata&lt;br /&gt;A roda de samba acabou&lt;br /&gt;A gente toma a iniciativa&lt;br /&gt;Viola na rua a cantar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que chega a roda viva&lt;br /&gt;E carrega a viola pra lá&lt;br /&gt;Roda mundo, roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Roda moinho, roda peão&lt;br /&gt;O tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;Nas voltas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;O samba, a viola, a roseira&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a fogueira queimou&lt;br /&gt;Foi tudo ilusão passageira&lt;br /&gt;Que a brisa primeira levou&lt;br /&gt;No peito a saudade cativa&lt;br /&gt;Faz força pro tempo parar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que chega a roda viva&lt;br /&gt;E carrega a saudade pra lá&lt;br /&gt;Roda mundo, roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Roda moinho, roda peão&lt;br /&gt;O tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;Nas voltas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Roda mundo, roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Roda moinho, roda peão&lt;br /&gt;O tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;Nas voltas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Roda mundo, roda gigante&lt;br /&gt;Roda moinho, roda peão&lt;br /&gt;O tempo rodou num instante&lt;br /&gt;Nas voltas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentração, com centração, com cem tração, concentra então!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-474914731529050383?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/474914731529050383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=474914731529050383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/474914731529050383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/474914731529050383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/09/roda-viva-chico-buarque-tem-dias-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RvF-SjLnuNI/AAAAAAAACSg/hDY-Qrz1_dU/s72-c/100_4615%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-6574392395828998473</id><published>2007-09-16T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:26.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus fez o mundo para se divertir?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ru123ZeV5oI/AAAAAAAACQ8/C9kLeSr2Q3M/s1600-h/100_4571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ru123ZeV5oI/AAAAAAAACQ8/C9kLeSr2Q3M/s400/100_4571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110871846238414466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um trecho de Os vagabundos iluminados:&lt;br /&gt;"Vamos escrever poemas, arrumaremos uma impressora e imprimiremos nossos próprios poemas, a Editora do Darma, vamos poetizar tudo e fazer um livro gordo e de bombas frias para o público tolo"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, o público não é tão mau assim, esse pessoal também sofre. A gente sempre acaba lendo a respeito de um barraco de papel alcatroado que pega fogo em algum lugar do Meio-Oeste e mata três criancinhas e a gente vê uma foto dos pais chorando. Até o gatinho queimou. Japhy, você acha que Deus fez o mundo para se divertir porque estava entediado? Porque, se for assim, ele tinha mesmo que ser maldoso."&lt;br /&gt;"Nossa, o que você quer dizer com Deus?"&lt;br /&gt;"Apenas Tathagata, se você preferir."&lt;br /&gt;"Bom, diz no sutra que Deus, ou Tathagata, não emana um mundo do próprio útero, mas que parece ser assim devido à ignorância dos seres sencientes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-6574392395828998473?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/6574392395828998473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=6574392395828998473' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/6574392395828998473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/6574392395828998473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/09/deus-fez-o-mundo-para-se-divertir.html' title='Deus fez o mundo para se divertir?'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ru123ZeV5oI/AAAAAAAACQ8/C9kLeSr2Q3M/s72-c/100_4571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-2945733960460395180</id><published>2007-09-16T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:27.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uma abelhinha européia passeando pelo flamboyant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ru1zEpeV5nI/AAAAAAAACQ0/83XZGJAvcps/s1600-h/100_4623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ru1zEpeV5nI/AAAAAAAACQ0/83XZGJAvcps/s400/100_4623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110867675825170034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ru1ypJeV5mI/AAAAAAAACQs/H0jjzthzkto/s1600-h/100_4624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ru1ypJeV5mI/AAAAAAAACQs/H0jjzthzkto/s400/100_4624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110867203378767458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ru1yQJeV5lI/AAAAAAAACQg/PHHWVhWWCfY/s1600-h/100_4625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ru1yQJeV5lI/AAAAAAAACQg/PHHWVhWWCfY/s400/100_4625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110866773882037842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecho de Os vagabundos iluminados de Kerouac:&lt;br /&gt;"... Caminhando de um lado para o outro no quintal, ao anoitecer, cantarolando Wee Small Hours, quando cheguei ao verso 'when the whole is fast asleep', meus olhos encheram-se de lágrimas. 'Tudo bem, mundo', eu disse, 'eu vou te adorar.' À noite, na cama, aquecido e feliz no meu saco de dormir no bom beliche de cânhamo, via minha mesa e minhas roupas à luz do luar e sentia: 'Pobre desse rapaz Raymond, o dia dele é tão cheio de mágoa e preocupação, as razões dele são tão efêmeras, precisar viver é algo tão aterrador e penoso...', e com isso, dormia como um carneirinho. Será que somos anjos caídos que não quiseram acredita que o nada é nada e portanto nascemos para perder aqueles que amamos e os amigos queridos um por um e afinal nossa própria vida, para ter essa comprovação?... Mas a manhã fria retornava, com nuvens escapando da garganta Lightning como se fossem uma fumaça gigante, o lago lá embaixo sempre de um cerúleo neutro, e o vazio o mesmo de sempre. Ó dentes da terra que rangem, para onde tudo isso nos levaria a não ser para alguma eternidade dourada, para comprovar que sempre estivemos errados, para comprovar que a comprovação em si mesma não valia nada..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-2945733960460395180?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/2945733960460395180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=2945733960460395180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/2945733960460395180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/2945733960460395180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/09/uma-abelhinha-europia-passeando-pelo.html' title='uma abelhinha européia passeando pelo flamboyant...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ru1zEpeV5nI/AAAAAAAACQ0/83XZGJAvcps/s72-c/100_4623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-1205335267281310248</id><published>2007-09-15T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:27.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai saber das tristezas e alegrias que surgem ao som de um bom samba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RuyX6JeV5ZI/AAAAAAAACN0/2iaIgmVSey8/s1600-h/100_4580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RuyX6JeV5ZI/AAAAAAAACN0/2iaIgmVSey8/s400/100_4580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110626702390060434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Filosofia&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letra e músic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a: Noel Rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://natura.di.uminho.pt/%7Ejj/musica/indice_autores.html#Noel%20Rosa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo me condena&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém tem pena&lt;br /&gt;Falando sempre mal do meu nome&lt;br /&gt;Deixando de saber&lt;br /&gt;Se eu vou morrer de sede&lt;br /&gt;Ou se vou morrer de fome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a filosofia&lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje me auxilia&lt;br /&gt;A viver indiferente assim.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta prontidão sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Vou fingindo que sou rico&lt;br /&gt;Para ninguém zombar de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me incomodo&lt;br /&gt;Que você me diga&lt;br /&gt;Que a sociedade&lt;br /&gt;É minha inimiga.&lt;br /&gt;[Hoje] cantando neste mundo&lt;br /&gt;Vivo escravo do meu samba&lt;br /&gt;Muito embora vagabundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a você&lt;br /&gt;Da aristocracia&lt;br /&gt;Que tem dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas não compra alegria&lt;br /&gt;Há de viver eternamente&lt;br /&gt;Sendo escrava desta gente&lt;br /&gt;Que cultiva hipocrisia.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-1205335267281310248?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/1205335267281310248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=1205335267281310248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1205335267281310248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/1205335267281310248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/09/vai-saber-da-tristeza-e-alegria-ao.html' title='Vai saber das tristezas e alegrias que surgem ao som de um bom samba...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RuyX6JeV5ZI/AAAAAAAACN0/2iaIgmVSey8/s72-c/100_4580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081472000265983533.post-152525375462658634</id><published>2007-09-15T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:51:27.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E pensar que é só o começo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RuyLBZeV5JI/AAAAAAAACLw/i-9d4H0FHUU/s1600-h/100_4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RuyLBZeV5JI/AAAAAAAACLw/i-9d4H0FHUU/s400/100_4568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110612533292950674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é mágica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A mágica é mistério, ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O amor é incompreensível, inexplicável ou um truque!      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Os barcos&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Letra: Renato Russo&lt;br /&gt;Música: Dado &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Villa&lt;/span&gt;-Lobos/Renato Russo)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Você diz que tudo terminou&lt;br /&gt;Você não quer mais o meu querer&lt;br /&gt;Estamos medindo foras desiguais:&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer um pode ver&lt;br /&gt;Que isso terminou p'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rá&lt;/span&gt; você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São isso palavras: teço ensaio e cena&lt;br /&gt;A cada ato enceno a diferença&lt;br /&gt;Do que é amor ficou o seu retrato&lt;br /&gt;A peça que interpreto&lt;br /&gt;Um improviso insensato&lt;br /&gt;Essa saudade eu sei de cor&lt;br /&gt;Sei o caminho dos barcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a muito estou alheio e quem me entende&lt;br /&gt;Recebe o resto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exato&lt;/span&gt; e tão pequeno:&lt;br /&gt;Ó dor, se há - tentava, já não tento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao transformar em dor o que é vaidade&lt;br /&gt;E ao ter amor se este é só orgulho&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço da mentira, liberdade&lt;br /&gt;E de qualquer quintal faço cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E insisto que é virtude o que é entulho:&lt;br /&gt;Baldio é o meu terreno e meu alarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo você se apaixonando outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico com a saudade&lt;br /&gt;Você com outro alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você diz que tudo terminou&lt;br /&gt;Mas qualquer um pode ver:&lt;br /&gt;Isso terminou p'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rá&lt;/span&gt; você.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9081472000265983533-152525375462658634?l=utarakuru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/feeds/152525375462658634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9081472000265983533&amp;postID=152525375462658634' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/152525375462658634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9081472000265983533/posts/default/152525375462658634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://utarakuru.blogspot.com/2007/09/pensar-que-s-o-comeo.html' title='E pensar que é só o começo...'/><author><name>Lauana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703883509529871241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/Ruyh_peV5fI/AAAAAAAACOo/7KeMbl8ciP0/s400/100_4586.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fR1gFqi9cNs/RuyLBZeV5JI/AAAAAAAACLw/i-9d4H0FHUU/s72-c/100_4568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
