<?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-6385737319424920467</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:39:17.769Z</updated><title type='text'>Cenário de Dementes..</title><subtitle type='html'>"Choramos ao nascer porque chegamos a este imenso CENÁRIO DE DEMENTES"            
             [W.Shakespeare]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-4780321585368315406</id><published>2010-10-31T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:07:28.029Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TM3MOIzOq8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/3sgWT6XRdlo/s1600/uhsaushuahuahuahuahusah.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="383" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TM3MOIzOq8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/3sgWT6XRdlo/s400/uhsaushuahuahuahuahusah.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje vi um site muito massa, sugerido por uma amiga o &lt;a href="http://www.myplace.com.br/"&gt;My Place&lt;/a&gt;, você vai ver muitas tendências para o verão 2011 e a trilha sonora é o melhor, Lilly Allen e mais... Sem contar as roupas, estampas florais, vestidos, saias...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Bom é isso galerinha essa foi a sugestão da semana, muitas tendências pra o verão 2011... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;É basicamente isso, hoje estou muito introspecta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;beijos,&amp;nbsp; ;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-4780321585368315406?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/4780321585368315406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=4780321585368315406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/4780321585368315406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/4780321585368315406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoje-vi-um-site-muito-massa-sugerido.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TM3MOIzOq8I/AAAAAAAAAMs/3sgWT6XRdlo/s72-c/uhsaushuahuahuahuahusah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-8216959207385846304</id><published>2010-10-13T11:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:05:26.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Na Madrugada..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usp.br/agen/bols/2000/Image233.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://www.usp.br/agen/bols/2000/Image233.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No cair da noite vem as loucuras, então mãos a obra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Foi assim que seguiu minha noite, entrando a madrugada e eu de olhos abertos, sem conseguir pregar as pálpebras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Conclusão de projeto é assim mesmo, passando todos os borrões para a prancha e tentando imaginar como ficará a grande obra ao fim de todo o espetáculo noturno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre aproveito essas ocasiões para pensar em tudo, vem uma retrospectiva do dia anterior e até mesmo de coisas que nunca aconteceram, uma saudade do que se foi com um misto de vontade de voar no tempo e antecipar muitas coisas... Sempre sonhando alto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Hoje eu poderei ser uma grande arquiteta, projetando um super empreendimento...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Será inovador, único, com toda a sofisticação e tecnologias necessárias para grandes empresários...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Bem complicado, prefiro voltar a minha simples casinha, com cinco cômodos e grandes sonhos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem irá morar lá? Uma fámilia hippie, ou um quarentão solteiro. Pode ser minha vida, que vague por lá a procura de um rumo certo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Muito maluco, mas é mais ou menos assim que são as coisas na vida de cada um de nós, com sonhos, desejos, fragilidades e tantos outros adjetivos já muito conhecidos e até mesmo banais. O que podemos fazer para deixar isso de lado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; A resposta é óbvia, não deixemos nunca de sonhar, exercemos-ei para que não fiquemos apenas nos sonhos. Tornemos realidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Bem, era mais ou menos isso que eu quis dizer, Agora eu voltarei para minha prancha..quando tiver pronta posto aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-8216959207385846304?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/8216959207385846304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=8216959207385846304' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8216959207385846304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8216959207385846304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2010/10/na-madrugada.html' title='Na Madrugada..'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-2323745110176311931</id><published>2010-09-17T02:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:30:32.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intertecinformatica.com.br/blog/uploaded_images/927460-1306-it2-760684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.intertecinformatica.com.br/blog/uploaded_images/927460-1306-it2-760684.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje deu uma vontade doida de escrever várias coisas, sem sentido algum, então resolvi escrever sobre ela, a tal da Inspiração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muitos reclamam por não ter,&amp;nbsp; outros acham que as vezes até atrapalha, eu já pensei que pudesse atrapalhar, mas hoje vejo que só ajuda. Vivo em busca incessante, que ás vezes um suspiro nos remete a alguma idéia genial.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Percebi a algum tempo que algumas pessoas nos dão essa sensação de poder imaginar, sem qualquer barreira, seja fazendo uma simples planta baixa, como projetar um super prédio com alta tecnlogia &lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/chico-buarque/imagina.html"&gt;(imagine)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu realmente agradeço a todas as pessoas que me dão a tal da Inspiração, aos que sabem do que são capazes e aos que não sabem, porque o quão bom é poder pensar ao fim do dia "Como o dia foi produtivo e inspirador".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um texto talvez sem sentido para alguns, mas com uma grande enchurrada de inspiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Criemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;beijos ;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-2323745110176311931?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/2323745110176311931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=2323745110176311931' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/2323745110176311931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/2323745110176311931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2010/09/inspiracao.html' title='Inspiração'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-1905245787119451698</id><published>2010-08-21T16:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:55:03.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Politica para  todos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Inacreditável, em pleno século XXI estamos sendo&amp;nbsp;censurados... Que história é esse de não poder criticar, ou zoar &amp;nbsp;da política, ela já está tão cômica que uma piadinha a mais não faria a menor diferença. Nós não podemos permitir que isso aconteça, é um verdadeiro retrocesso, estou me sentindo em uma ditadura, a única diferença é que nós, jovens não lutamos pelos nossos ideais, e parece-me que aqueles que lutaram em suas épocas sentem vergonha, ou já esqueceram por quais motivos não ficavam parados e corriam atrás da liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Hoje em dia as pessas se acomodam, quando todos podiam ser presos se por citar &amp;nbsp;a realidade política, poderiam ser presos, deportados e até mortas... quando isso aconteceu, as pessoas não se calavam, colocavam a boca no trombone e denunciavam, fosse por cartas, poesias, músicas, denunciavam de forma indireto todos os seus sentimentos nacionalistas... A pergunta é: Porque isso não acontece hoje? Come eu já mencionei, as pessoas se acomodaram, o que for mais fácil é escolhido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Como dizia Tim Maia, "O Brasil não pode dar certo, prostitutas se apaixonam, cefetões sentem ciúmes e traficantes se viciam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Temos que democratizar tudo sim, mas temos que ser muito seletivos com aqueles vão ficar no poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Então, vamos nos&amp;nbsp;conscientizar e não vamos eleger comediantes, prostitutas e traficantes, afinal, já temos muitos palhaços, bandidos e vagabundas no poder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-1905245787119451698?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/1905245787119451698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=1905245787119451698' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1905245787119451698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1905245787119451698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2010/08/politica-para-todos.html' title='Politica para  todos.'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-8980644082245316146</id><published>2010-07-10T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-07-10T16:03:20.559Z</updated><title type='text'>Para Todas as Coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bom humor, amor, serenidade, paciência, certeza...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geralmente é isso que todos julgam ter em sua idealização do que é&amp;nbsp;essencial&amp;nbsp;na vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu, para não perder o&amp;nbsp;costume&amp;nbsp;discordo&amp;nbsp;plena mente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para todas as coisas é&amp;nbsp;necessário&amp;nbsp;um pouco de dúvida, em certos casos mal humor e muito sarcasmo, ironia e alguns probleminhas, que nunca faltam na receita da vida. Afinal qual seria a graça de estar vivo sem passar por uns perrengues de vez em quando? Como diz o velho ditado : "Depois da tempestade a bonança." Então, depois dos males o pior... Brincadeira, no final tudo da certo e é depois que nos levantamos que percebemos qual o verdadeiro valor da vida, e o principal, que é um prazer vive-la a cada vão momento, em seu louvor e sua dor!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É isso meus queridos, isso é a vida, não somos robôs então vamos sentir na pela o que é isso que se chama VIVER! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TDiZqiY39AI/AAAAAAAAALs/hPlccCEkgGk/s1600/DSC02255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TDiZqiY39AI/AAAAAAAAALs/hPlccCEkgGk/s320/DSC02255.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-8980644082245316146?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/8980644082245316146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=8980644082245316146' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8980644082245316146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8980644082245316146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2010/07/para-todas-as-coisas.html' title='Para Todas as Coisas...'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TDiZqiY39AI/AAAAAAAAALs/hPlccCEkgGk/s72-c/DSC02255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-2305911834841351455</id><published>2010-07-10T02:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:49:14.134Z</updated><title type='text'>O Cemitério</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;E Jesus disse a eles: "Nosso amigo Lázaro dorme, mas vou até lá, porque posso despertá-lo de seu sono."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Os discípulos se olharam e alguns sorriram, pois não tinham percebido que Jesus falara em sentido figurado: "Senhor, se ele está dormindo, deve estar bem."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Então Jesus falou mais claramente: "Lázaro está morto, é isso... Mas vamos para junto dele."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O EVANGELHO SEGUNDO SÃO JOÃO (paráfrase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Podemos encontrar este trecho em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/produto/produto.dll/detalhe?pro_id=412429&amp;amp;ID=C867F4DC7D40515113B280378"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;O Cemitério, de Stephen King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;. Uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;pitada de mistério e muito terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Indico!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-2305911834841351455?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-1458383096197696410</id><published>2010-07-09T18:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:51:42.655Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Bem, estou voltando a escrever após vários pedidos..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Não entendo bem o porque destes pedidos insanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Gostaria antes de qualquer coisa indicar uma nova bloggeira Rafa Dias, por sinal minha prima, mas como estão imaginando ela não é Demente como eu.. ai vai o link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ameninaquespera.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;http://ameninaquespera.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;textos de muito bom gosto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;É isso meus caros, em breve novos textos demasiadamente Dementes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Porque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="description" style="font-weight: bold; font: normal normal bold 150%/normal Courier, monospace; margin-bottom: 1.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Choramos ao nascer porque chegamos a este imenso CENÁRIO DE DEMENTES" [W.Shakespeare]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-1458383096197696410?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/1458383096197696410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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sans-serif;"&gt;" - Eu conheço um planeta onde há um&amp;nbsp;sujeito&amp;nbsp;vermelho, quase roxo. Nunca cheirou uma flor. Nunca olhou uma estrela. Nunca amou ninguém. Nunca fez outra coisa senão contas. E o dia todo repete como tu: 'Eu sou um homem sério! Eu sou um homem sério!' E isso o faz inchar-se de orgulho. Mas ele não é um homem; é um cogumelo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Um o&amp;nbsp;quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Um cogumelo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O príncipe estava agora pálido de cólera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Há&amp;nbsp;milhões&amp;nbsp;e milhões de anos que as flores produzem espinhos. Há milhões e milhões de anos que, apesar disso, os carneiros as comem. E não será importante procurar saber por que elas perdem tanto temo produzindo espinhos inúteis? Não terá importância a guerra dos carneiros e das flores? Não será mais importante que as contas do tal sujeito? E se eu, por minha vez, conheço uma flor única no mundo, que só existe no meu planeta, e que um belo dia um carneirinho pode destruir num só golpe, sem saber o que faz - isto não tem importância?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Corou um pouco e continuou em seguida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Se alguém ama uma flor da qual só existe um exemplar em&amp;nbsp;milhões&amp;nbsp;e milhões de estrelas, isso basta para fazê-lo feliz quando as contempla. Ele pensa: 'Minha flor está lá em algum lugar!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas se o carneiro come a flor , é, para ele como se todas as estrelas repentinamente se apagassem! E isto não tem importância?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não pôde dizer mais nada.&amp;nbsp;Imediatamente&amp;nbsp;se pôs a soluçar. A noite caíra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;(...) Eu não sabia mais o que dizer. Sentia-me&amp;nbsp;envergonhado. Não sabia como consolá-lo, como me aproximar dele... É tão misterioso o país das lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;(DE SAINT-EXUPÉRY, Antonie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O Pequeno Príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;, 48°.Edição. AGIR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-8588904182957799618?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/8588904182957799618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=8588904182957799618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8588904182957799618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8588904182957799618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-pequeno-principe.html' title='O Pequeno Príncipe'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-742505031884319592</id><published>2010-02-28T21:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:02:13.840Z</updated><title type='text'>1° Campeonato de Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Para os fãs de Guitar Hero vai uma ótima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Durante os dias 03, 10, 17 e 24 de março de 2010 acontecera na loja da Ibyte da 13 de maio, fortaleza-CE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; 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margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/S4rhspri7VI/AAAAAAAAALU/SqS054k6zFw/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC08850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/S4rhspri7VI/AAAAAAAAALU/SqS054k6zFw/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC08850.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acima estão nossos primeiros competidores,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jogaram muito!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-742505031884319592?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/742505031884319592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=742505031884319592' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/742505031884319592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/742505031884319592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-campeonato-de-guitar-hero.html' title='1° Campeonato de Guitar Hero'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/S4rhspri7VI/AAAAAAAAALU/SqS054k6zFw/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC08850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-2706011467309797268</id><published>2010-02-06T06:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T06:05:21.072Z</updated><title type='text'>Necessidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/S20GSeagqqI/AAAAAAAAALM/EQUFtMWiJdk/s1600-h/DSC04851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/S20GSeagqqI/AAAAAAAAALM/EQUFtMWiJdk/s400/DSC04851.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Existem coisas na vida que nunca mudam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Posso citar muitos exemplos, mas acho que o mais irritante é a 'coisa' nomeada rotina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ê coisinha chata!!! Nos deixa escravizados e inertes em um abismo chamado mesmice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;A pergunta sempre é: como mudar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Em alguns casos é um pouco tarde, que quando tentamos chega a ser obsceno e doloroso. Para que isso aconteça devemos evitar ao máximo que ela se aproxime de nós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Deixemos a preguiça de lado, apesar de esta ser a mãe dos pecados não devemos respeitá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Devemos seguir em frente e sentir o rumo que o vento toma pra ir no fluxo da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Vamos viver, pensar, sentir, amar...não deixemos que nossa vida pare diante dos nossos olhos e passar num piscar de olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;E que nunca fiquemos no início, inertes e débeis,apesar de que muitas vezes seja necessário reiniciar, &amp;nbsp;pois na nossa vida temos que ser o personagem principal, não os breves coadjuvantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-2706011467309797268?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/2706011467309797268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=2706011467309797268' title='2 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-4118077262078723216</id><published>2010-01-29T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:32:15.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Luxo ou lixo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Li uma reportagem interessante sobre hospitais de luxo, onde os clientes tem direito a tratamento cinco estrelas, com direito a escolha de travesseiros, música ambiente, água importada e até a escolha de cardápio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Interessados em tratamentos como este, então se prepare para desembolsar cerca de 17 mil, detalhe que esse é o preço da diária!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Bem, casos como esse me deixam intrigada, pois enquanto a maior parte da população morre em corredores e portas de hospitais super lotados e não tem nenhum pouco de conforto, outros se recusam a serviços 'básicos' para exibir luxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Como já disse a grandiosa poeta Rita Lee, não quero luxo nem lixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Vamos parar e rever nossos atos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-4118077262078723216?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/4118077262078723216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=4118077262078723216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/4118077262078723216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/4118077262078723216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2010/01/luxo-ou-lixo.html' title='Luxo ou lixo?'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-8359597940672473646</id><published>2009-12-26T20:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:32:50.395Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Impressionante as mudanças que acontecem da noite pro dia, como diz aquele antigo provérbio... "Ninguém pode tomar banho no mesmo rio, pois ninguém é sempre e o mesmo, nem as águas do rio são as mesmas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem, é mais ou menos assim, mas o que quero dizer é que, com o tempo você nota que as pessoas que você conhece desde 'sempre' não serão 'sempre' as mesmas , e quando nos deparamos com essa realidade é assustador porque não são só as pessoas que mudaram, você também.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sou adepta de regressões, muito menos de mesmice, o que estou querendo dizer é que essas mudanças nem sempre são agradáveis e de fácil aceitação, principalmente quando se trata de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sim, todas as mudanças por mais difíceis que sejam são necessárias para o nosso crescimento, pois quem é que vive bem parado no tempo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É muito bom lembrar da época em que era criança, que não me preocupava com nada, só com o momento vivido. Mas todas as mudanças serão bem vindas, temos como exemplo mais próximo essa passagem de ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem meus queridos e raros, que as mudanças venham e espero que pra melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-8359597940672473646?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/8359597940672473646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=8359597940672473646' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8359597940672473646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8359597940672473646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/12/mudancas.html' title='Mudanças.'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-5985354224514241394</id><published>2009-12-20T14:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:45:11.221Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É muito interessante o fim de ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parece-me que as pessoas tornam-se mais amigáveis, educadas, enfim, esta é a época perfeita em que se aproveita para fazer uma retrospectiva do ano que está indo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, se é que estão interessados em saber, meu queridos e raros leitores, esse ano para mim valeu por muitos, aconteceu muita coisa, em alguns momentos aproveitei cada segundo, outros desperdicei dias, lições aprendidas e não repetidas, espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse com certeza é o melhor momento para rever pessoas queridas, começar aquela dieta pra comer bastante e reconciliar-se queridas, enfim é o momento para fazer coisas que normalmente não são feitas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que quero dizer é que mais um ano se vai, mas não deixemos ir junto nossos sonhos e planos, vamos fazer desse mundo melhor e ir em busca do futuro do nosso futuro, pensando sempre no hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Fiquem na paz divina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-5985354224514241394?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/5985354224514241394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=5985354224514241394' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5985354224514241394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5985354224514241394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-muito-interessante-o-fim-de-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-3394305856898825156</id><published>2009-12-01T17:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:45:48.132Z</updated><title type='text'>Universo Paralelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;O que você realmente sabe sobre si mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;O que você acha que as pessoas pensam a seu respeito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;O que é verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Aparentemente coisas irrelevantes, para alguns, mas se pararmos para observar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;o exterior acaba influenciando no que se passa dentro de nós. Não me refiro a essência, mas a programação feita pelo exterior de nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Sejam coisas boas ou ruins, acabamos por nos auto-programar com os manifestos exteriores sobre nosso EU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;*Pode ser o ócio, ou uma louca prosa poética, mas o Meu Eu, nem eu mesmo compreendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Fiquem na Paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-3394305856898825156?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/3394305856898825156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=3394305856898825156' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/3394305856898825156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/3394305856898825156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/12/universo-paralelo.html' title='Universo Paralelo'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-1976539910095984534</id><published>2009-11-26T02:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:46:55.923Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem pé nem dedão da cabeça!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando seus olhos se encontram a 'vida' começou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando seus lábios se tocaram todo o mal cessou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O sol perecia sonolento e pouco iluminava o ambiente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E a brisa balançava lentamente as portas do cais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Onde está a doce inocência que perdeu sublime refúgio das garças;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As garças procuram depois do além mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O mar procura o conforto da praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A praia é abrigo para iniciar novas 'vidas'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como me aforgar em teus beijos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como não suforcar com a falta do teu ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O mesmo ar respiro enfim, com enorme eloquência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acho a onipresença da vontade do sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Encontro o sentimnto avantajado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por fim, amo, como jamais amei um dia, sem pé, cabeça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;apenas com a vontade de 'viver'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;*Não entendeu?&amp;nbsp; Muito menos eu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;bejos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-1976539910095984534?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/1976539910095984534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=1976539910095984534' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1976539910095984534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1976539910095984534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/11/sem-pe-nem-dedao-da-cabeca.html' title='Sem pé nem dedão da cabeça!'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-664080243660495843</id><published>2009-11-14T19:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:47:38.864Z</updated><title type='text'>Assim Caminha a Humanidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante muito tempo observamos o mundo do lado dentro de uma bolha, com pessoas dizendo o que é certo ou errado e nos provendo coisas que durante muito tempo é essencial para um desenvolvimento sadio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo vai passando, vamos crescendo e adquirindo novas&amp;nbsp;responsabilidades e essa bolha vai quebrado aos poucos,&amp;nbsp;e acabamos por ver o mundo&amp;nbsp;sob uma outra&amp;nbsp;pespectiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo isso acontece de uma forma incrivelmente assustadora, mas esperada por muitos -meu caso - e quando nos damos conta já temos um emprego e cuidamos de coisas que antes eram feitas por nossos 'responsáveis' - em alguns casos... (rsrs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Estamos em constate evolução e o que realmente importa para muitos é que consigamos colocar em prática&amp;nbsp;tudo o que aprendemos enquanto vivíamos dentro da bolha e que em um futuro próximo apliquemos com outrem e ensinemos a mais importante lição de todas : "Não importa o que façamos, ou quão difícil seja o caminho, estamos todas em busca da ascenção e que mais na frente possamos dizer que tudo valeu a pena!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-664080243660495843?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/664080243660495843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=664080243660495843' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/664080243660495843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/664080243660495843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/11/assim-caminha-humanidade.html' title='Assim Caminha a Humanidade...'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-8464731337222579881</id><published>2009-11-10T14:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:48:51.145Z</updated><title type='text'>Versos Soltos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem sei bem o que escrever,&amp;nbsp;sinto apenas&amp;nbsp;uma necessidade incotrolável de escrever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem, estou pensandoem váriascoisas, mas nada se concretiza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então resolvi eixar apenas uma mensagem - na verdade&amp;nbsp; primeira coisa qe me veio a cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;"Não deixemos que destruam nossos ideais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não deixemos que destruam o que ainda nos resta de bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Mostra-los-ei a verdadeira honestidade consigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Comigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Apenas sonhe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;"&gt;[Fernanda D.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-8464731337222579881?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/8464731337222579881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=8464731337222579881' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8464731337222579881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8464731337222579881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/11/versos-soltos.html' title='Versos Soltos'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-6508903210626367059</id><published>2009-11-06T04:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:49:23.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Nós 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;É muito incrível quando você decide revelar sentimentos evidentes e que sempre ficaram escondidos no mais profundo do seu ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Bem meus queridos leitores, decidi fazer isso já a algum tempo...vocês devem estar imaginando que essa se trata de uma grande história de amor...acertaram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;A história que irei narrar agora começou a muitos tempo, para ser mais exata a 14 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Terei que começar narrando a minha própria história, tá eu sei que é um saco, mas vocês já entederam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"Nasci no dia 21 de maio de 1992, em Fortaleza, Ceará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Minha querida mamãe sempre me desejou muito, fui um bebê feliz, eu acho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Até que&amp;nbsp;por volta dos&amp;nbsp;3 anos ganhei o melhor presente que já podia ter ganho. Era uma coisinha pequena, frágil que por algum tempo achei que os deuses tinham ouvido minhas preces. Até que o presente divino começou a falar, andar, bater, morder, responder, enfim,&amp;nbsp;percebi que tinha um monstrinho na minha casa. Não um monstro de verdade, mas uma irmã que sabia ser anjo e demônio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;A nossa infância com certeza foi muito feliz, eu quebarava coisas, ela admitia a sua culpa com tal proeza- até parece que eu era o monstro, pensando hoje, eu não era&amp;nbsp; fácil mesmo, percebo que ela sempre me amou incondicionalmente, coisa que eu também fazia, a lei era, bato xingo, mordo, mas não era permito que outrem o fizesse! - bem, continuando, o tempo foi passando, as duas crescendo e hoje pude perceber que a coisa mais maravilhosa foi essa pimentinha que entrou na minha vida de supetão, sem eu menos esperar ganhei a minha melhor amiga, melho irmã, melhor companheira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Já adquiri maturidade o suficiente para admitir que eu não vivo sem ela, ela não vive sem mim...somos uma dupla imbativel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Te Amo minha irmã, meu presente divino."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sabe pequena, em vez de Bárbara você devia se chamar Augusta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;DESCUBRA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E para vocês meus leitores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-6508903210626367059?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/6508903210626367059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=6508903210626367059' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/6508903210626367059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/6508903210626367059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-muito-incrivel-quando-voce-decide.html' title='Nós 4'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-410691251811745320</id><published>2009-10-31T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:41:45.869Z</updated><title type='text'>Monotonia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cá esto eu... na monotonia de um fim de semana, a diferença desse feriadão é queestou de molho em casae acabo de recebir umas das iores notícias da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O problema no meu joelho relatado no último post. é mais grav do qu eu imaginava, possívelmente é problem no menisco e terei de ficar mais ou menos 6 meses sem pisar nas quadras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem vou tentar m afogar na pia...bem, até vltar a pelo menos pisar no chão vou tr muito o que escrever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-410691251811745320?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/410691251811745320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=410691251811745320' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/410691251811745320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/410691251811745320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/10/monotonia.html' title='Monotonia...'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-3549421427347167434</id><published>2009-10-30T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:28:15.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Fudeu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus queridos leitores, estou aqui para dar uma notícia de última hora e nada convencional...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nesta última quinta-feira, dia 29 de outubro, no treino de handebol houve um incidente um tanto engraçado (rsrs)... a pivôzinhaa aqui foi pegar um contra ataque e muitíssimo empolgada. Dei dois passos, na hora em que me preparei para arremessar, advinhem só, minha patela saiu do lugar...huhauahaauhauhaua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Engraçado não?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem para os que assistiam deve ter sido sim, mas para minha infelicidade... NÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que é mais interessante é que ta doendo muitoo...a cada respirada um grito. Ta...exagero, mas ñão preocupem-se, ou preocupem-se, pois em breve voltarei as quadras, não com a mesma empolgação poruque essas dores demoram a passar, mas com certeza com mais cuidado...ou não...eu sou pivô, adoro sangue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os próximos capitulos escreverei em breve contando as incríveis histórias da minha de uma perna só (uma está impossibilitada de ser usada, tô parecendo um saci-pererê)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-3549421427347167434?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/3549421427347167434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=3549421427347167434' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/3549421427347167434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/3549421427347167434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/10/fudeu.html' title='Fudeu.'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-3982322562709609808</id><published>2009-10-21T03:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-21T03:45:49.191Z</updated><title type='text'>Presente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Abri os olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto&amp;nbsp;ainda uma leve sonolência misturada a uma vontade imensa de voltar a dormir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ouço vozes, finjo estar dormindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Faço um esforço para lembrar o que sonhava, esforço em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me levanto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Á frente um reflexo, um pouco embaçado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lembro-me do sonho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Lembraças agradaveis voltam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acabo o banho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Olho o relógio, atrasada de novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Saindo de casa, sinto&amp;nbsp;uma sensação agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vontade de subir em um pé de cajú e sentir o vento balançando as folhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Penso no passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pessoas que se foram, coisas que vivi, tombos que levei&amp;nbsp;,pessoas que conheci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Penso no&amp;nbsp;futuro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que ele me reserva? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;que viverei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tombos&amp;nbsp;que possivelmente levarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Chegando ao destino chego seguinte conclusão: o passado se foi, o futuro há de vir, mas o presente...o presente é uma dádiva e, é com ele que posso por em prática o que aprendi com o que&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp; se passou e fazer acontecer para dizer no futuro que fiz o certo no passado, meu atual presente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquem na paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;p.s.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://domeueu.wordpress.com/2009/10/20/saudade-presenca-dos-ausentes/#comment-3"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;http://domeueu.wordpress.com/2009/10/20/saudade-presenca-dos-ausentes/#comment-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-3982322562709609808?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/3982322562709609808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=3982322562709609808' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/3982322562709609808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/3982322562709609808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/10/abri-os-olhos.html' title='Presente'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-1269544011936527049</id><published>2009-10-16T03:27:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:54:06.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Pra Escutar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quase um Segundo, CAZUZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;''Eu queria ver no escuro do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;onde está tudo o que você quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;pra me transformar no que te agrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;no que me faça ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;quais são as cores e as coisas pra te prender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;eu tive um sonho ruim e acordei chorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;por isso eu te liguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;'Será que você ainda pensa em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que você...ainda pensa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As vezes te odeio por quase um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;depois te amo mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;teus pelos, teu gosto, teu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;tudo que não me deixa em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quais são as cores e as coisas pra te prender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;tive um sonho ruim e acordei chorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;por isso eu te liguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;'Será que você ainda pensa em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Será que você ainda pensa..' "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-1269544011936527049?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/1269544011936527049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=1269544011936527049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1269544011936527049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1269544011936527049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/10/pra-escutar.html' title='Pra Escutar!'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-584925590152247638</id><published>2009-10-10T20:38:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:08:57.045Z</updated><title type='text'>Reticências...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Quando fizeres um verso, faço-te canções.&lt;br /&gt;Quando deres um sorriso, dou-te minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não aguentares mais, arrancarei risadas inacabáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;[F. Duarte]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando quiseres razão, a levarei à loucura.&lt;br /&gt;E quano se sentires sozinho, lhe trarei o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Aos teus caminhos levarei meu universo&lt;br /&gt;E quando deres o primeiro passo,&lt;br /&gt;Te farei voar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;[F. Marinho]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-584925590152247638?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/584925590152247638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=584925590152247638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/584925590152247638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/584925590152247638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/10/continuacao-complemento.html' title='Reticências...'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-6089676568783804525</id><published>2009-10-04T11:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:19:39.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Helenas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;"Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;As mulheres sempre foram coadujantes na história, cenário que vem mudando constantemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje nascemos com responsabilidades já designadas e inconsientemente é exigido sejam cumpridas. Temos que ser esposa, donas de casa, mãe, e ainda sofremos com os sérios padrões de beleza, que já nos é esperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Para que isso ocorrer foi preciso que várias lutas serem travadas, muheres serem queimadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;" O soldado ateia fogo nos feixes de lenha que recobrem os pés da condenada, bem como as flores das crianças de Domrémy afogava na primavera os pés de Nossa Senhora de Bermont."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(A vida de Joana d'Arc, Erico Verissimo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A nossa independência foi adquirida com muito esforço e é por isso que somos obrigadas a escolher nosso caminho, nossas vertentes e o nosso futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Temos a dádiva de gerar a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Somos as SIM as grandes estrelas desta comédia chamada vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;beijos ;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Fiquem na Paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-6089676568783804525?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/6089676568783804525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=6089676568783804525' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/6089676568783804525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/6089676568783804525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/10/helenas.html' title='Helenas.'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-1923335800038567021</id><published>2009-10-01T03:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-10-01T03:22:54.534Z</updated><title type='text'>Cinema e Audiovisual - UFC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Aê... meus pedidos foram atendidos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Abriu curso novo na UFC : Cinema e Audiovisual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Segundo o documento de Projeto Político Pedagógico do curso de Cinema e Audiovisal da UFC, o Ceará será o primeiro estado a abrir um curso acadêmico de cinema do Norte e Nordeste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Isso trará muita esperança aos amantes dessa arte e principalmente aos que pretendem trabalhar nesse segmento, pois abre um leque de oportunidades e também traz a certeza da ascensão da cena independente aqui no estado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*NOTA : Em outubro fazem 20 anos da queda do Muro de Berlim e artistas farão uma homenagem bem diferente, hoje foram feitos testes, tudo caíra em um efeito dominó!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Fiquem na Paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;beijos ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-1923335800038567021?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/1923335800038567021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=1923335800038567021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1923335800038567021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1923335800038567021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/10/cinema-e-audiovisual-ufc.html' title='Cinema e Audiovisual - UFC.'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-5744115212448710939</id><published>2009-09-25T14:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:08:11.734Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;"Quando fizeres um verso, faço-te canções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Quando deres um sorriso, dou-te minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Quando não aguentares mais arrancarei risadas inacabaveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;   (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Fernanda Duarte]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Isso é uma palhinha da minha supra-suma capacidade de poetisa...iaoaiaoiaoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Bem..não cinsegui acabar...estou aceitando sugestões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Fiquem na paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;beijos ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-5744115212448710939?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/5744115212448710939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=5744115212448710939' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5744115212448710939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5744115212448710939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/09/quando-fizeres-um-verso-faco-te-cancoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-8922367297588038214</id><published>2009-09-20T15:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:21:07.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Reencontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;É muito bom voltar de viagem, depois de mais de oito horas dentro de um ônibus, com pessoas contando piadas sem graça e estradas esburacadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Chegar em casa é realmente uma dádiva. Ouvi o comentário de uma amiga dizendo que o melhor de viajar é voltar... pensei bastante, cheguei a conclusão de que o melhor de uma viagem é a surpresa do que irá encontrar. Por outro lado há o desespero de pensar se vamos ou não conseguir voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A insónia que atormenta, a falta de sintonia com seu corpo, embora, em alguns momentos, aja paz de espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Com certeza é muito bom viajar, maravilhoso voltar. Possível sim não sentir saudades, mas o melhor é reecontrar tudo do mesmo jeito que deixamos e principalmente rever pessoas que tornam possível essa sua súbita passagem no que se chama de vida em uma esplendidade atuação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Deixemos de estudar a história para sere viver história!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Boa semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;beijos ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-8922367297588038214?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/8922367297588038214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=8922367297588038214' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8922367297588038214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8922367297588038214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-muito-bom-voltar-de-viagem-depois-de.html' title='Reencontro'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-3588833171733668138</id><published>2009-09-04T00:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:50:32.204Z</updated><title type='text'>Cotidiano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Bem, tinha a intenção de escrever um pouco sobre a música do Brasil e todas as nossas influências artísticas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Já tô nesta tentativa a uns dois dias e, sinceramente, sinto-me exausta. Portanto tô escrevendo para falar um pouco sobre essa sensação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;É muitíssimo engraçado quando, por algum motivo você fica cansado(a), estressado(a), enfim com um grande peso nas costas e parece que o mundo vai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;desabar sobre nossa cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;É realente coisa de louco...mas não se desesperem!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Sempre que me vejo nessas situações chatas e cansadas, pelo menos duas vezes na semana, tento não mentalizar nada, colocar uma música boa - indico um bom chorinho ou Paulinho Moska, me ajuda muitoo isso - e voar... um bom livro, uma coca gelada e pronto, meu fim de dia atormentado termina bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;rsrsrsrsrsrsrs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;É isso meus queridos, espero me inspirar muito esse resto de semana e conseguir colocar um material produtivo no próximo post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Obrigadinhaa (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-3588833171733668138?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/3588833171733668138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=3588833171733668138' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/3588833171733668138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/3588833171733668138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/09/cotidiano.html' title='Cotidiano.'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-1549522844624741128</id><published>2009-08-23T20:28:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:36:49.387Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos Concretos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Muito engraçado quando você encontra uma pessoa e acha que ela tem com certeza todas as qualidades para ser o grande amor da sua vida, sua alma gemea, depois de várias tempestades acha que isso nunca será possível...e ai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Bem, a mesma alma em corpos diferentes nunca irá se separa, não importa que seja apenas como bons irmãos, mas elas sempre estarão ali para segurar a sua mão e impedir a queda, 'pois que graça tem ver o por do sol sozinho?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"O amor é um sonho, idealizado por pássaros nobres, livres para seguir o rumo que o vento toma e alcançar o cume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/SpVHENq6zTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/m3hJg25wIkA/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374279868051279154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/SpVHENq6zTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/m3hJg25wIkA/s200/Digitalizar0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;E lá acompanhar o nascimento de uma nova plumagem, o crescimento de garras mais fortes e o desenvolvimento do sentimento mais maravilhosos já criado...a esperança." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;[Fernanda Duarte]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Sempre sagaz como uma águia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Boa Semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-1549522844624741128?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/1549522844624741128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=1549522844624741128' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1549522844624741128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1549522844624741128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/08/sentimentos-concretos.html' title='Sentimentos Concretos'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/SpVHENq6zTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/m3hJg25wIkA/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-7701170640952506870</id><published>2009-08-05T01:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:54:10.082Z</updated><title type='text'>Versos soltos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Se for pra esquetar, que seja no sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Se for pra enganar, que seja o estômago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Se for pra chorar, que seja de alegria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Se for pra roubar, que seja um beijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Se for pra perder, que seja o medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Se for pra cair, que seja na gandaia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Se existir guerra, que seja de travesseiros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Se existir fome, que seja de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Se for pra ser feliz...que seja o tempo todo!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;A felicidade é o dom que poucos tem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;*Dom? Sim...um dom..de transformar pequenas pedras do caminho em flores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;*E de pedras podem nascer flores? Não, mas podem brotar ao lado da mesma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Boa semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-7701170640952506870?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/7701170640952506870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=7701170640952506870' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/7701170640952506870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/7701170640952506870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-for-pra-esquetar-que-seja-no-sol.html' title='Versos soltos'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-5376736299534803264</id><published>2009-06-30T23:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:26:31.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Kemi Ni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://st1.mais.uol.com.br/1/35/A0/160849-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://st1.mais.uol.com.br/1/35/A0/160849-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Gostaria de dar um destaque especial a Kemi Ni, artista plástica que veio ao Brasil após a Segunda Guerra Mundial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Hoje faz parte da colonia japonesa de SP e tem seu próprio ateliê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;A artista tem grande abilidade com a geometria, sendo todas as suas peças muito armoniosas e com um design singular. Sua maior especialidade são colunas de ceramica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Muito interessantes essas peças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Parabéns Kemi Ni!!  (h5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-5376736299534803264?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/5376736299534803264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=5376736299534803264' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5376736299534803264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5376736299534803264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/06/kemi-ni.html' title='Kemi Ni'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-3718254512247081325</id><published>2009-06-26T20:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:09:44.319Z</updated><title type='text'>Falow Michael Jackson! (Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ericnabor.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/michael-jackson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ericnabor.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/michael-jackson1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;É como todos devem saber, um do maiores ícones da música pop faleceu ontem, dia 25.06.2009, aos 50 anos...bem isso todos devem saber, só o que sai em jornais de todo o mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pois é, esse cara desde o começo - quando AINDA era uma criança inocente - mostrou ter um grande talento destacando-se de seus irmãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Com o passar do tempo esse talento só fora aumentando, tornando-o um verdadeiro astro da música pop, tendo como um ponto fortíssimo o brilhantismo, não nego, de fazer clips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;m artista completo, sem dúvida nenhuma...Mas por trás de todo esse brilhantismo ele acobou mostrando-se um "louco enfurecido" na procura da forma perfeita e da juventude, quase um Peter Pan o menino! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Bom, esse cara "felomenal" foi acusado de vários abusos, mas isso não vem ao caso né?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBS.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aprendi durnte meu desenvolvimento que, quando as pessoas morrem elas viram verdadeiros santos e não farei diferente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;O Cara foi autor de várias músicas que vão fIcar para sempre, com uma dança muito diferente das já vistas e também um grande modista, M.J fez sim a cabeça de muitas pessoas, continua fazendo...deixando fãs em todos os lugares do mundo que nesse momento choram com sua perda, o que não é o meu caso...foi em boa hora encontrar com o "homi dos oio junto".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Vai em "paz" M.J (um grandíssimo F.D.P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-3718254512247081325?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/3718254512247081325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=3718254512247081325' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/3718254512247081325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/3718254512247081325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/06/falow-michael-jackson-y.html' title='Falow Michael Jackson! (Y)'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-1013338231260830993</id><published>2009-06-24T23:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:31:49.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Pé de maconha no quintal de casa.. :!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pois é...como já é de costume em países europeus a plantação de maconha no quintal de pessoas que gostam da planta, países com certeza muito civilizados. Porém aqui no Brasil isso pode ser considerado até tráfico de drogas, absurdo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Foi o que aconteceu em Quixeramobim no estado do Ceará. Um pedreiro plantou a erva no quintal de casa e foi preso, por denúncia dos vizinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Isso me fez pensar um pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Será que já não estava na hora de legalizarem certos tipos de drogas, como a maconha? Pois já são legais tantas drogas piores, como por exemplo o cigarro, que possui várias indústrias no país, pagando até impostos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Será que com a legalização não iriam acabar com o Tráfico de Drogas que atormenta e alicía crianças e adolescentes, cada vez mais cedo marginalizados? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Poderia ser mais uma fonte de imposto para o país e também um grande empregador??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Bem, tudo isso me fez refletir mais um pouco...NÃO, não seria possível tudo isso, pois para um país em que o índice de analfabetização ainda está alto ( não confundam decodificar palavras com leitura e compreensão!); um país em que nosso empregados públicos (políticos em geral) mandam e desmandam, fazendo com que o dinheiro arrecadado com nosso suor seja desviado e gasto com viagens ao exterior levando junto sogra, papagaio, periquito... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Estes "nossos empregados" agem como se fossem meros e obsoletos pesos de papel ( o que na verdade é o que fazem com as funções que exercem!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pois é meus amigos, o que fizeram do nosso país - que não é diferente desde a época em que foi invadido, uma grande fonte de extrativismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Desejo que pensem, repensem nos vários pesos de papel que elegemos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Obrigada! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-1013338231260830993?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/1013338231260830993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=1013338231260830993' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1013338231260830993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/1013338231260830993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/06/pe-de-maconha-no-quintal-de-casa.html' title='Pé de maconha no quintal de casa.. :!!'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-7325800519109040220</id><published>2009-06-22T18:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:52:28.008Z</updated><title type='text'>O Grande e Infomalíssimo Presidente da NOSSA "República Federativa do Brasil"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;    "Lula é talvez o brasileiro de postura mais informal que já chegou à Presidência da República. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;E não existe nada de errado nisso. Informalidades ajudam a quebrar o isolamento, a sisudez do poder. Mas um presidente da República precisa lembrar que exerce uma função de extrema visibilidade e deve manter " a liturgia do cargo", como disse o antecessor, ex-opcositor e agora aliado José Sarney (PMDB-AP). No pernambuco município de Caruaru, irritado com as vaias e os protestos enfrentados na visita a seu estado natal, Lula sintetizou a razão de tocar o projeto de trasferência de águas do Rio São Francisco: 'Vou fazer porque sei o que é buscar água numa canequinha, colocar num pote, deixar assentar; para depois, no dia seguinte, tomar. Um metro de barro dentro da água, com caramujo. Eu sei, porque bebi'. O exemplo do presidente foi simplesmente tão informal que não deveria ter sido dito!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                             (O POVO, de 14 de fevereiro de 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;    Tendo em vista a história e o currículo dos presidentes anteriores, certamente, Lula deixa a desejar, tanto na sua constante informalidade, quanto no tempo escasso de sua vida acadêmica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;    Por um lado, toda a informalidade do nosso presidente o aproxima das camadas mais populares, considerando a grande deficiência educacional da maior parte da população brasileira, podemos perceber que seu programa e sua aceitação é voltado diretamente para este setor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;    Por outro lado, toda essa informalidade e deficiência vocabular o transforma em um motivo de chacota e tantas vezes o ridiculariza. O nosso exelentíssimo presidente, apesar de também se dirigir para as camadas mais populares, não pode esquecer da função que exerce. É notável que o presidente repense duas vezes no modo em que irá tratar de assuntos tão polêmicos e com várias vertentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;    Numa palavra é notória a grande aceitação popular à admistração central do país - Presidência da República - mas, não se deve dirigir de maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999999;"&gt;tão infomal, considerando a importância do cargo em que exerce: administração do país.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-7325800519109040220?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/7325800519109040220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=7325800519109040220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/7325800519109040220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/7325800519109040220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-grande-e-infomalissimo-presidente-da.html' title='O Grande e Infomalíssimo Presidente da NOSSA &quot;República Federativa do Brasil&quot;'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-7443979155525039818</id><published>2009-03-16T23:01:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:31:56.429Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/Sb-_OKnaOmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DTYWG6Xf7Zc/s1600-h/IMG_5251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314176335409199714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/Sb-_OKnaOmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DTYWG6Xf7Zc/s200/IMG_5251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;De alguma maneira me sinto fora deste mundo, fora desta sintonia, fora do meu corpo e de minha realidade, é até engraçado porque sei que várias pessoas se sentem assim.E é mais engraçado ainda como quando a gente menos espera surgem pessoas em nossas vidas que resgatem coisas que nem imaginávamos que poderiam resusrgir, com mais força e intensidade que é até curioso...&lt;br /&gt;Então as imagens aparecem, afloram e nos fazem perceber que tudo acontece de uma forma tão incrível que até assusta.&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco complexo...talvez, BiZZarro...é essa é a palavra.&lt;br /&gt;A questão aqui é, existem pessoas que ou ocasiões que transformam as nossas mentes...&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é isso!! rssrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vamos atingir as estrelas, mas de forma IRREAl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My old man...He's a walker in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a dancer in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't need no piece of paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keeping away my blues"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do not let you say never!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obs.: essa foto é de um filósofo que me inspirou muitíssimo esses dias!!! ;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ja adoooorooo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-7443979155525039818?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/7443979155525039818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=7443979155525039818' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/7443979155525039818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/7443979155525039818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-alguma-maneira-me-sinto-fora-deste.html' title=''/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/Sb-_OKnaOmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DTYWG6Xf7Zc/s72-c/IMG_5251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-5091069666624595865</id><published>2009-03-01T23:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:37:25.681Z</updated><title type='text'>As Bárbaras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Bom cheguei a pouco de um passei muitíssimo proveitoso...estava no Centro Cultural Dragão do Mar, fica em fortaleza, onde aconteceu a apresentação de um grupo chamado As Bárbaras. Eles estão fazendo uma homenagem para o grandioso Chico Buarque de Holanda, com algumas músicas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Com bastante irreverência, humor e muita afinação As Bárbaras fazem uma verdadeira interpretação das músicas de Chico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Para quem está na cidade é uma ótima pedida dar uma passadinha por lá no próximo dia 8 de março às 18 horas terá uma última apresentação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Para quem gosta de boa música é um ótmo programa para o domingo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Recomendo..As Bárbaras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-5091069666624595865?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/5091069666624595865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=5091069666624595865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5091069666624595865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5091069666624595865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-barbaras.html' title='As Bárbaras'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-8051466847697448262</id><published>2009-02-26T16:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:35:21.438Z</updated><title type='text'>Crise financeira atrapalha o sexo!  =O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/9461/tellmeyouml6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/9461/tellmeyouml6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;A queda da bolsa de valores está trazendo sérios problemas para a vida íntima de vários casais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Foi feita um pesquisa com cerca de 5 mil pessoas nos EUA e mostrou que a vida de 64% delas piorou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Vários psicólogos, psiquiátras e terapeutas dizem que houve um aumento há procura de ajuda, todas com a mesma queixa sexo. Esse aumento vem de dezembro pra cá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Especialistas dizem que isso ocorre com uma simples ameaça de desemprego, ou com pessoas que passam noites acordadas acompanhando a bolsa...o que prova que é um fator psicológico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;A psiquiátra Carmita Abdo diz não ter dúvida que o apetite sexual masculino e sua conta bancária estão diretamente relacionados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Ou seja, na cabeça dos homens a relação dinheiro/poder X sexo tem tudo em comum, então a incapacidade de ganhar dinheiro está diretamente relacionada com a incapacidade na cama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Engraçado, isso nos faz refletir um pouco sobre uma frase clichê que os homens estão acostumados a dizer : ''Mulher so pensa em dinheiro!", e os homens não? Pensam tanto que isso atrapalha até na hora 'do bem bom'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Mas é isso ai garotas, deixo aqui um recado... continuem procurando caras ricos, porque foi comprovado, quanto mais rico, melhor o desempenho na cama! (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;rsrsrsrsr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Reportagem feita pela resvista Època (19/02/2009), edição online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-8051466847697448262?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/8051466847697448262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=8051466847697448262' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8051466847697448262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8051466847697448262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/02/crise-financeira-atrapalha-o-sexo-o.html' title='Crise financeira atrapalha o sexo!  =O'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-5817659634016356249</id><published>2009-02-17T15:59:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:39:26.867Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensar é fazer música.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://juizdeforaonline.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/chico-buarque1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://juizdeforaonline.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/chico-buarque1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;O nome dele é Francisco Buarque de Holanda. É escritor, cantor, compositor, dramaturgo, sem dúvidas um artista completo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Começou a fazer sucesso na época da ditadura militar, com sua músicas cheias de poesias e expressões cultas e de duplo sentindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Chico escrve de uma forma muito detalhada, e sempre coloca muita emoção em suas letras, também fala muito sobre os problemas da sociedade brasileira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dentre seus livros podemos citar Roda Viva, Budapeste e Benjamim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As suas músicas são bastante conhecidas, como Tatuagem, Eu te Amo, O Meu Guri - com uma versão muito conhecida na voz da cantora Elza Soares - e Cálice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sem dúvidas podemos dizer que Chico é um dos maiores artistas dos nossos tempo. Poeta, com letras profundas e realistas, Chico vai ficar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Vai Passar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vai passar nessa avenida um samba popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cada paralelepípedo da velha cidade essa noite vai se arrepiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ao lembrar que aqui passaram sambas imortais, que aqui sangraram pelos nossos pés,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que aqui sambaram nossos ancestrais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Num tempo, página infeliz da nossa história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Passagem desbotada na memória das nossas novas gerações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dormia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A nossa pátria mãe tão distraída, sem perceber que era subtraída em tenebrosas transações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seus filhos erravam cegos pelo continente, levavam pedras feito penitentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Erguendo estranhas catedrais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E um dia, afinal tinham direito a uma alegria fugaz uma ofegante epidemia, que se chamava carnaval&lt;br /&gt;O carnaval, o carnaval...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                  ___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://canariasjoven.es/mojocanario/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/paulinho_moska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://canariasjoven.es/mojocanario/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/paulinho_moska.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Paulinho Moska, é um dos grandes nomes da atualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cantor, compositor e ator já gravou cerca de 9 CD's entre os quais estão Tudo Novo de Novo, Móbile, Vontade e Pensar é Fazer Música. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Participou de um longa, O Homem do Ano, atuando ao lado de Murílo Benício, com direção de José Henrique Fonseca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Suas letras são sempre cheias de poemas e frase para refletir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É uma ótima pedida para um fim de tarde na serra, com um bom livro e chocolate quente!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*Recomendo, muiiiitoooo bomm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Idade do céu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não somos mais que uma gota de luz, uma estrela que cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma fagulha tão só na idade do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não somos o que queríamos ser, somos um breve pulsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Em um silêncio antigo da idade do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Calma, tudo está em calma, deixe o que o beijo dure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Deixe que o tempo cure, deixe que a alma tenha a mesma idade que a idade do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não somos mais qeu um punhado de mar, uma piada de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ou um caprinho do sol na idade do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não damos pé entre tanto tic tac, entre tanto big bang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Somos um gão de sal no mar do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                         (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-5817659634016356249?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/5817659634016356249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=5817659634016356249' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5817659634016356249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5817659634016356249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/02/pensar-e-fazer-musica.html' title='Pensar é fazer música.'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-8986833593522470015</id><published>2009-02-15T01:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:40:27.992Z</updated><title type='text'>'Imaginação...o grande palco dos louco!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Faz muito tempo que venho tentando entender a cabeça das pessoas, mas cheguei a uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;conclusão...como eu posso conseguir entender alguém, se nem eu me entendo?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Com isso pensei em prestar mais atenção em mim e nas minhas atitudes, como diz um famoso ditado popular que é mais ou menos assim : "deixe de se importar com a vida dos outros e olhe para seu próprio umbigo" ou algo parecido e as pessoas realmente acabam prestando muita atenção no que os outros dizem, pensam e principalmente no que fazem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bom, voltando ao assunto...é, vejamos, sim..estou prestando muito atenção em mim e no que faço, e sabe acabei mudando muitas atitudes pessoais e me entendo como ser humano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;É até engraçado como as pessoas mudam, uma hora queremos uma coisa, na outra já não queremos mais...e há um tempo me aconteceu uma coisa muitíssimo engraçada...havia uma coisa que sonhava que um dia poeria dar certo, era um desejo secreto, mas secreto mesmo daqueles que nem a melhor amiga sabe...pois é, esse desejo secreto acabou se realizando e até agora me pergunto se é mesmo possível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pra ver que o ser humano é mesmo engraçado quer uma coisa e quando consegue não acredita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;rsrsrsrs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ei de concordar com Shakspeare "Sofremos muito com o pouco que nos falta e gozamos pouco o muito que temos." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Então é essa a mensagem que deixo, vamos aproveitar cada minuto as 'coisas' que conseguimos conquistar, mas é claro, sem esquecer de lutar pelos nossos sonhos, mesmo que pequenos, porque afinal, não existem sonhos pequenos, apenas pessoas que não entendem a verdadeira necessidade de nossa alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;"Aceita o conselho dos outros, mas nunca desistas da tua própria opinião." (Shaskspeare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-8986833593522470015?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/8986833593522470015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=8986833593522470015' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8986833593522470015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8986833593522470015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2009/02/imaginacaoo-grande-palco-dos-louco.html' title='&apos;Imaginação...o grande palco dos louco!'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-8125942750712244828</id><published>2008-11-22T19:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:43:20.872Z</updated><title type='text'>Humor Negro ¬¬</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;É isso mesmo meu caros leitores, vou contar algumas piadinhas de humos negro, mas não se assustem, pois não irei contar piadinhas racistas e preconcetuosas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canibal prestativo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois canibais conversando:- Eu não sei mais o que fazer com a minha mulher!- Se você quiser, posso lhe emprestar o meu livro de receitas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;o acidente do Ze&lt;br /&gt;o zé sofreu um acidente e a esposa perguntou:-doutor como o meu marido está?e o medico falou:-olha da cintura pra cima tudo bem.e a esposa perguntou:-e da cintura pra baixo?e o médico respondeu:-não sei, essa parte ainda não chegou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;O cara chega no consultório faz um exame e o médico descobri que ele tem 3 minutos de vida. Ele pergunta ao Dr.:-Dr. o que você pode fazer por mim?-Você quer um Miojo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Só piada besta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-8125942750712244828?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/8125942750712244828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=8125942750712244828' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8125942750712244828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/8125942750712244828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2008/11/humor-negro.html' title='Humor Negro ¬¬'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-5038966255658021816</id><published>2008-11-15T18:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:45:51.213Z</updated><title type='text'>Teste de Sanidade  xOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Pois é... hoje fui ver o blog do meu primo e vi uma postagem que me chamou a atenção...&lt;br /&gt;o título era: Teste de Sanidade... achei bacana, resolvi fazer e tirar uma dúvida que me deixa intrigada desde o dia que me entendo por gente( se é que me entendo!! ^^) .&lt;br /&gt;o meu resultado foi o seguinte: 73 "Bom, aqui está você...Com esta mente prestes a ser detonada...Acho que vcê seja algum maluco compulsivo,que pelo que vejo, vai pirar brevemente.Boa sorte!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;O que vocês acham que isso significa??? Eu também não sei!!! É um pouco parecido com o que as pessoas a minha volta falam, mas nunca acreditei, também não lembro se minha mãe ja mencionou isso (acho que não!) e na minha mãe eu acredito!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;É...tenho quase certeza de você que está lendo deve tá rindo da minha cara e pensando que tipo de idiota maluca eu devo ser... então cara de pastel, faça o teste você também e publique o resultado para que nós possamos rir um pouco da sua cara de idiota também...e não vale mentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;A...não se acanha se você como eu, gostaria de matar um alien e depois desseca-lo...acho isso muito normal!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;:X hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rioserv.com.br/testesanidade.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;http://www.rioserv.com.br/testesanidade.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt; , esse é o loink do teste...pode clicar que é seguro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-5038966255658021816?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/5038966255658021816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=5038966255658021816' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5038966255658021816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/5038966255658021816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2008/11/teste-de-sanidade-xoo.html' title='Teste de Sanidade  xOO'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385737319424920467.post-359467978520187748</id><published>2008-11-12T18:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:52:53.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Comer...Pra quê???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff8080;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt; Hoje estava eu conversando com um amigo super 'cabeça', quando nos deparamos com um assunto um tanto psicológico e principalmente filosófico que nos deixou de certa forma intrigados... "Por que a fome passa quando a gente come?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="file://õ//"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;file://õ//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Chegamos a uma conclusão...isso (a fome passar) é uma quastão altamente capitalista! Por que se a fome tivesse passado cinco minutos antes o meu amigo não teria gasto dinheiro! (R$)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;O que isso quer dizer??? Somos altamente consumistas, até o nosso organismo vem sofrendo com certas influências de fora que nos dizem o que fazer e como fazer, ou seja, desde cedo somos treinados inconscientimente para o consumo, seja de COMIDA, ou para qualquer necessidade básica(consumo!!!). :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Os grandes filósofos chegarão a seguinte hipótese: todas as sensações são criadas pelo nosso querido companheiro eterno... 'o Cérebro!&lt;br /&gt;Isso mesmo meus caros, tudo o que você sente é originado da central de comando, então se você é a favor de uma sociedade menos consumista, ouça o conselho que lhes dou, não comam, nem sintam dor(porque aí você vai ter de comprar analgésicos), e torne o mundo alegre e belo!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;P.S: Agradeço a incrível colaboração do meu grande amigo Mauro Quintella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385737319424920467-359467978520187748?l=pallpites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/feeds/359467978520187748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6385737319424920467&amp;postID=359467978520187748' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/359467978520187748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385737319424920467/posts/default/359467978520187748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pallpites.blogspot.com/2008/11/comerpra-qu.html' title='Comer...Pra quê???'/><author><name>Dharte Freitas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02292659532737234508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gz7e0c8ZemU/TPoahn3sBJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OJmjKlFVwCs/S220/eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
