<?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-19862829</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:02:29.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Srta. Caraminholas e suas vanessisses</title><subtitle type='html'>vanessaedesign@gmail.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-355511024988244718</id><published>2009-06-13T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:15:43.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o fotógrafo do espetáculo</title><content type='html'>David Lachapelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SjRA_K7oYTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Bf4j-JcYAZ8/s1600-h/amadaleporechpalle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SjRA_K7oYTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Bf4j-JcYAZ8/s320/amadaleporechpalle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346970111606022450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SjQ-fn5Pq2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-uxt3KRx2ho/s1600-h/Gallery-David-LaChapelle--007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SjQ-fn5Pq2I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-uxt3KRx2ho/s320/Gallery-David-LaChapelle--007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346967370601573218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SjQ-fd1nt1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/phIBsuCmufM/s1600-h/David20LaChapelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SjQ-fd1nt1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/phIBsuCmufM/s320/David20LaChapelle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346967367902017362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SjQ-fK8SgRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FcO-AdpuROg/s1600-h/david-lachapelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SjQ-fK8SgRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FcO-AdpuROg/s320/david-lachapelle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346967362829713682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheci outro dia o trabalho desse fotógrafo, adorei, um amigo meu disse que era "muito gay". Muito gay ou não, cada foto é uma super produção, o processo deve demorar horas, e o resultado são essas imagens quase fantásticas, a análise não para aí, em seu trabalho ele usa modelos super pop's e travestis, critica a religião católica, a idéia de mulher objeto, e questiona nossos valores. Imaginem! o primeiro trabalho desse cara foi na Revista Interview e quem o contratou foi o Andy Warhol. Virou referência para mim. &lt;br /&gt;Notem que a mocinha lá em cima está cheirando diamantes ao invés de cocaína.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-355511024988244718?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/355511024988244718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=355511024988244718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/355511024988244718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/355511024988244718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-fotografo-do-espetaculo.html' title='o fotógrafo do espetáculo'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SjRA_K7oYTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Bf4j-JcYAZ8/s72-c/amadaleporechpalle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-909779928453389332</id><published>2009-03-16T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:47:36.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Indigesto&lt;br /&gt;No final de 2006, ministrei uma oficina no Encontro Regional de Estudantes de Design em Lorena, interior de SP.&lt;br /&gt;O tema foi como o designer através de sua produção pode interferir no meio social, mostrando exemplos de como isso se dava tanto positivamente quanto negativamente do ponto de vista da sustentabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ao final das discussões produzimos uma vídeo documentário, com o intuito de saber qual era a opinião dos estudantes que tambémn estavam no encontro sobre o tema da oficina.&lt;br /&gt;O resultado foi youtubado pelo Joatan hoje. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EM10pgSQHP0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EM10pgSQHP0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-909779928453389332?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/909779928453389332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=909779928453389332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/909779928453389332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/909779928453389332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2009/03/indigesto-no-final-de-2006-ministrei.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-6369526250048440137</id><published>2009-02-01T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:58:17.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huracán</title><content type='html'>Eu queria ter a oportunidade de me deparar novamente com aquele furacão que me tirou o sono na madrugada, narrando visões e alucinações. Estrelas, montanhas, Artaud e um possível café com a garantia de uma carona às 5h da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Simples, mas um corpo estranho, novo e atraente para mim, que me fez acordada algumas noites a fantasiar cenas eróticas. Fez com que a chatice de novos encontros e flertes voltasse a ser interessante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-6369526250048440137?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/6369526250048440137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=6369526250048440137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/6369526250048440137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/6369526250048440137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2009/02/huracan.html' title='Huracán'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-7390023341576386875</id><published>2009-01-25T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:16:36.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>música do dia</title><content type='html'>cena do filme "Jules et Jim"&lt;br /&gt;música: "Le Tourbillon De La Vie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0h5nVrmypog&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0h5nVrmypog&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-7390023341576386875?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/7390023341576386875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=7390023341576386875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/7390023341576386875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/7390023341576386875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2009/01/msica-do-dia.html' title='música do dia'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-6444798549191449514</id><published>2008-12-18T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:13:42.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SUqg2nFwkeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-kRMMS0DoNA/s1600-h/ppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SUqg2nFwkeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-kRMMS0DoNA/s320/ppp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281210373111845346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-6444798549191449514?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/6444798549191449514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=6444798549191449514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/6444798549191449514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/6444798549191449514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/SUqg2nFwkeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-kRMMS0DoNA/s72-c/ppp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-568265211080746841</id><published>2008-05-28T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:53:08.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade cadê você?</title><content type='html'>Outro dia, lembrei-me que quando criança nas noites de insônia ao invés de contar carneirinhos eu decorava e redecorava minha casa até cair no sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não acredito na felicidade. Acredito apenas na inquietude." &lt;br /&gt;                                                Umberto Eco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-568265211080746841?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/568265211080746841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=568265211080746841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/568265211080746841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/568265211080746841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2008/05/felicidade-cad-voc.html' title='Felicidade cadê você?'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-7803088405821341788</id><published>2007-11-23T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T20:35:52.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Théatre du Soleil - Les Éphémères</title><content type='html'>QUEM SÃO OS EFÊMEROS? OS SERES HUMANOS! &lt;br /&gt;                       Somos todos nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz tempo que eu quero postar aqui sobre uma experiência maravilhosa, a minha ida ao Théâtre du Soleil, onde assisti "Les Éphémères", já faz quase um mês, e é uma pena que eu não tenha podido escrever logo assim que sai do espetáculo, quando eu estava ainda envolta de todas as emoções. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine um teatro de revista grandioso.&lt;br /&gt;Cenas cotidianas, contemporâneas.&lt;br /&gt;O amor e suas sutilezas.&lt;br /&gt;O realismo.&lt;br /&gt;A violência homeopática do dia a dia e tudo em doses também homeopáticas que faz com que você perceba o peso da overdose ao fim do espetáculo, quando um sentimento mexe com suas entranhas, seu subconsciente. &lt;br /&gt;Foi simples, simplesmente lindo e ao mesmo tempo assustador.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine tudo isso, em diversos esquetes, diversos personagens.&lt;br /&gt;Atores grandiosos, talentosos.&lt;br /&gt;A tradução do texto em um cenário fantástico, retalhos, fragmentos com rodas entrando e saindo de cena.&lt;br /&gt;O teatro do grupo que o processo de criação não tem tempo, nem prazo, o método é de todos e os resultados também. Como não admirar um grupo que existe e resiste há 43 anos, onde todos trabalham pelo mesmo salário desde a camareira até o maestro, me apaixonei pelo Soleil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto do camarim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R0eoDGw4tAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Hj9sGCCdlQo/s1600-h/colorindo+a+cozinha+-+imagens+decada+de+30+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R0eoDGw4tAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Hj9sGCCdlQo/s320/colorindo+a+cozinha+-+imagens+decada+de+30+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136258671348069378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxgLuWa-qXw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vxgLuWa-qXw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para saber mais: http://www.theatre-du-soleil.fr/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Com relação ao post ali de baixo: Tudo passa, até uva passa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-7803088405821341788?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/7803088405821341788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=7803088405821341788&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/7803088405821341788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/7803088405821341788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2007/11/quem-so-os-efmeros-os-seres-humanos.html' title='Théatre du Soleil - Les Éphémères'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R0eoDGw4tAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Hj9sGCCdlQo/s72-c/colorindo+a+cozinha+-+imagens+decada+de+30+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-5880168819038514743</id><published>2007-10-19T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T18:45:52.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costeleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/Rxldx8uC62I/AAAAAAAAAAc/uYc4YThZA5s/s1600-h/costeleta+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/Rxldx8uC62I/AAAAAAAAAAc/uYc4YThZA5s/s320/costeleta+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123229163804879714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É inacreditável a capacidade do ser humano que quando está apaixonado, vê a pessoa amada em todos os lugares!&lt;br /&gt;Um gesto, um detalhe, um maneirismo, um ínfimo detalhe já desperta! É ele! &lt;br /&gt;Um outro olhar... E não, não é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode estar em uma festa, cheia de pessoas interessantes e pegáveis, de repente você vê ali ao lado uma costeleta! Mas não qualquer costeleta, AQUELA costeleta que é inacreditávelmente igual à dele. E então, é ele! Um outro olhar... E não, não é, aliás, nem teria como... &lt;br /&gt;E você até tenta olhar diferente para o dono da costeleta igual a do cara que te deixou assim, de quatro, tenta achar mais semelhanças, tenta achá-lo tão interessante quanto, mas nada adianta! &lt;br /&gt;E você passa a festa inteira com os olhos fixos na costeleta e de repente mais ninguém na festa é interessante ou pegável.&lt;br /&gt;Mais dois ou três goles de vodka você começa a ter pensamentos insanos e se pudesse iria para casa naquele exato momento com a costeleta, passaria a noite com ela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim da festa o ser humano não pegou ninguém (eu, no caso).&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que eu sou lúcida o bastante para entender a minha loucura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-5880168819038514743?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/5880168819038514743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=5880168819038514743&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/5880168819038514743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/5880168819038514743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2007/10/costeleta.html' title='Costeleta'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/Rxldx8uC62I/AAAAAAAAAAc/uYc4YThZA5s/s72-c/costeleta+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-4444060976915949412</id><published>2007-10-07T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:16:42.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Atualmente, mais de 180 línguas e dialetos são falados pelos povos indígenas no Brasil. Elas integram o acervo de quase seis mil línguas faladas no mundo contemporâneo. Antes da chegada dos portugueses, contudo, só no Brasil esse número devia ser próximo de mil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queria ir pro Alto Xingú agora : http://www.socioambiental.org/pib/epi/suya/orn.shtm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aonde eu encontro um pílula para eu deixar de ser mulherzinha ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-4444060976915949412?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/4444060976915949412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=4444060976915949412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/4444060976915949412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/4444060976915949412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2007/10/atualmente-mais-de-180-lnguas-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-475564236641772525</id><published>2007-10-04T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:16:21.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje o meu mundo caiu.&lt;br /&gt;De repente.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um déjà-vu repetido, que da primeira vez foi mal percebido.&lt;br /&gt;De repente.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje meu mundo se reergueu, recuperação passageira ou não bati o recorde! &lt;br /&gt;O fiz em duas horas, com certas MERDAS no caminho e com certo teor alcoólico. &lt;br /&gt;e a palavra que fica PARTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-475564236641772525?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/475564236641772525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=475564236641772525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/475564236641772525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/475564236641772525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoje-o-meu-mundo-caiu.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-7298698275818124157</id><published>2007-09-28T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:54:56.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este lugar está às moscas.&lt;br /&gt;Niguém visita este estabelecimento, ninguém faz comentários.....&lt;br /&gt;Isso aqui deve ser muito chato mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que cargas d'agua eu resolvi fazer do meu blog um diário?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tô ouvindo uma musiqué mui buena : o nome dela é Camille e a musiqué Au Port&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAkKrq96vrU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAkKrq96vrU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-7298698275818124157?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/7298698275818124157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=7298698275818124157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/7298698275818124157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/7298698275818124157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2007/09/este-lugar-est-s-moscas.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-3987129896824958683</id><published>2007-09-24T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:11:36.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hj. foi um dia cheio de importância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de quase um ano de trabalho, o tão esperado livro saiu, o que me deixa feliz... mas nem tanto.&lt;br /&gt;por que uma outra coisa que eu queria muito eu não consegui, meu projeto de mestrado não foi aceito, que saco. talvez eu não tenha me esforçado para merecer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o livro "A casa de todos os tempos"&lt;br /&gt;o mestrado "design e sustentabilidade"&lt;br /&gt;POIS É.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-3987129896824958683?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/3987129896824958683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=3987129896824958683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/3987129896824958683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/3987129896824958683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2007/09/hj.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-5577966600271721771</id><published>2007-09-23T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:44:01.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quero ficar em casa sofrendo, gozando um pouco do meu lado masoquista e dramático.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comer pipoca, tomar sorvete com nescau e doce de leite, tudo misturado num copo americano e ficar dois quilos mais gorda e mum fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver aqueles filmes idiotas que eu confesso agora na minha fragilidade, adorar.&lt;br /&gt;E chorar ao ver um simples beijo na boca cinematográfico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que saco, não consigo ficar em casa num simples domingo e sofrer sozinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-5577966600271721771?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/5577966600271721771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=5577966600271721771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/5577966600271721771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/5577966600271721771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2007/09/quero-ficar-em-casa-sofrendo-gozando-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-8837468886053895895</id><published>2007-09-22T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:46:57.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Em estado de recaída profunda, com unhas curtas e pulsos fracos para chegar ao topo da montanha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saí do casulo borboleta!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-8837468886053895895?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/8837468886053895895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=8837468886053895895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/8837468886053895895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/8837468886053895895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2007/09/em-estado-de-recada-profunda-com-unhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-1824969337301034273</id><published>2007-06-10T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:54:47.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentira</title><content type='html'>.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/RmylzxkqLdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XzgS0VJYFaI/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/RmylzxkqLdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XzgS0VJYFaI/s320/t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074613189038714322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Hoje eu tenho apenas uma pedra no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Exijo respeito, não sou mais um sonhador&lt;br /&gt;Chego a mudar de calçada&lt;br /&gt;Quando aparece uma flor&lt;br /&gt;E dou risada do grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Mentira"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-1824969337301034273?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/1824969337301034273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=1824969337301034273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/1824969337301034273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/1824969337301034273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-eu-tenho-apenas-uma-pedra-no-meu.html' title='Mentira'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/RmylzxkqLdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XzgS0VJYFaI/s72-c/t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-115138272777741005</id><published>2006-06-26T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:57:27.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>não tá combinado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então tá combinado, é q&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/1600/equilibrista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/320/equilibrista.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uase nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo somente sexo e amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem nenhum engano nem mistério.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É tudo só brincadeira e verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ver o mundo juntos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sermos dois e sermos muitos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos sabermos sós sem estarmos sós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrirmos a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que afinal floresça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais que humano em nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                      &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então tá tudo dito e é tão bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E eu acredito num claro futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de música, ternura e aventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pro equilibrista em cima do muro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas e se o amor pra nós chegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De nós, de algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com todo o seu tenebroso esplendor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas e se o amor já está,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se há muito tempo que chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E só nos enganou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então não fale nada, apague a estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que seu caminhar já desenhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque toda razão, toda palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vale nada quando chega o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://musica.busca.uol.com.br/radio/index.php?busca=t%E1+combinado&amp;param1=homebusca&amp;amp;check=musica&amp;enviar=OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;sabado vi passarinho verde, e eu tentando ser equilibrista.&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/19862829-115138272777741005?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/115138272777741005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=115138272777741005&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/115138272777741005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/115138272777741005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-t-combinado.html' title='não tá 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style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Partindo do pressuposto de que ter conhecimento é ter liberdade .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;A medida da nossa liberdade é resultado da  medida de nosso conhecimento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tendo conhecimento podemos transitar por onde quisermos................por lugares, assuntos, discussões, mundos, cabeças, sentimentos, corações.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ter liberdade para fazer eleições&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ter medo é uma eleição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-114955584755165459?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-114758337014924779</id><published>2006-05-13T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:49:56.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje!  Lua Cheia de Buda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/1600/is.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/320/is.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0pt; margin-left: 7px; margin-right: 7px; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Que as Forças da Luz tragam a iluminação ao gênero humano.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o Espírito da Paz se espalhe em todos os lugares.&lt;br /&gt;Possam os homens de Boa Vontade, em todos os lugares,&lt;br /&gt;Unir-se num espírito de cooperação.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0pt; margin-left: 7px; margin-right: 7px; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Possa o perdão, por parte de todos os homens,&lt;br /&gt;Ser a tônica destes tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Que o poder ouça os esforços dos Grandes Seres.&lt;br /&gt;Que assim seja, e ajudai-nos a fazer a nossa parte.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0pt; margin-left: 7px; margin-right: 7px; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que flua amor aos corações dos homens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0pt; margin-left: 7px; margin-right: 7px; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do centro da Sabedoria e do Amor&lt;br /&gt;Que a obra dos Grandes&lt;br /&gt;Seja o serviço entre todos os homens.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0pt; margin-left: 7px; margin-right: 7px; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Era da Redenção chegou!&lt;br /&gt;Que o cavaleiro soerga a espada!&lt;br /&gt;Que o plano de Deus se realize!&lt;/b&gt;&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/19862829-114758337014924779?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/114758337014924779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=114758337014924779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114758337014924779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114758337014924779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2006/05/hoje-lua-cheia-de-buda.html' title='Hoje!  Lua Cheia de Buda'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-114697593561962371</id><published>2006-05-06T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:25:35.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>árido movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/1600/arido-movie-poster01t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/320/arido-movie-poster01t.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;fotografia linda e jogos de cameras vertiginosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um nordeste que eu nunca havia visto antes nos filmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li uma critica em que dizia que o filme trata de tantos temas que a narrativa se perde. Não será esta a proposta? "tudo que é solido desmancha no ar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz jus ao que se propõe "Tanta informação e falta de água"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-114697593561962371?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/114697593561962371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=114697593561962371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114697593561962371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114697593561962371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2006/05/rido-movie.html' title='árido movie'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-114662822173943731</id><published>2006-05-02T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:50:21.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/1600/Figura1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/320/Figura1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Bruxa de mentira&lt;br /&gt;Bombom de rapadura&lt;br /&gt;Saborosa figura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bruxa de mentira&lt;br /&gt;Bombom de rapadura&lt;br /&gt;Esdrúxula figura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruxinha Gostosura&lt;br /&gt;Nenem rapadoçura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a hora de ir&lt;br /&gt;Na barraquinha comprar&lt;br /&gt;Rapadoçura bombom&lt;br /&gt;Bruxinha gostosura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bruxa de mentira&lt;br /&gt;Bombom de rapadura&lt;br /&gt;Saborosa figura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letra: Gilberto Gil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;música: João Donato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1975&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/19862829-114662822173943731?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/114662822173943731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=114662822173943731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114662822173943731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114662822173943731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2006/05/bruxa-de-mentira-bombom-de-rapadura.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-114600616768482576</id><published>2006-04-25T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:02:47.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sem rimas&lt;br /&gt;Sem finas meias alvas relusentes na escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem prantos&lt;br /&gt;Sem tristes amores imaturos, inseguros na solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem graça&lt;br /&gt;Sem anjos brincando, tocando harpas nas nuvens do céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem cores&lt;br /&gt;Branco, amarelo, verde-limão, aquarela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem fatos&lt;br /&gt;Sem fitas, revistas como prêmio de consolação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só trevas e escuridão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ausência miníma que faz com que as cores se apaguem&lt;br /&gt;Ausência tridimensional que some com o sol, com a lua&lt;br /&gt;Ausência pura, impura&lt;br /&gt;Ausência insana, que me chama&lt;br /&gt;Para o OCO, para o vazio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a COVA que acabei de pintar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abril de 1998&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/19862829-114600616768482576?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/114600616768482576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=114600616768482576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114600616768482576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114600616768482576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2006/04/sem-rimas-sem-finas-meias-alvas.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-114585144917143908</id><published>2006-04-23T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:30:24.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/1600/William%20Blake%20-%20turbil%3F%3Fo%20das%20amantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 195px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/320/William%20Blake%20-%20turbil%3F%3Fo%20das%20amantes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Eu não sei, a cada dia, o que vou amar no dia seguinte".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me indentifiquei com esta frase , trecho da novela " A nova Heloisa" de Rosseau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nada melhor no momento, para ilustrar esta frase do que "o turbilhão das amantes" de Willian Blake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-114585144917143908?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/114585144917143908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=114585144917143908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114585144917143908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114585144917143908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2006/04/eu-no-sei-cada-dia-o-que-vou-amar-no_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-114575900187237213</id><published>2006-04-22T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T19:25:23.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/1600/tudo%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/320/tudo%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Sombras minha, do Delei e do Akira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-114575900187237213?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/114575900187237213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=114575900187237213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114575900187237213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114575900187237213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2006/04/sombras-minha-do-delei-e-do-akira.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-114524885358628163</id><published>2006-04-16T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:49:18.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letéia Lene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/1600/invers%3F%3Fo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/320/invers%3F%3Fo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ai Letéia Lene&lt;br /&gt;Mais Lene do que letéia&lt;br /&gt;Lene na brandura&lt;br /&gt;Lene em suas atitudes&lt;br /&gt;Lene em quase toda sua plenitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Lene até que descobriu a terra&lt;br /&gt;Elemento que alimenta seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Que a faz flutuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com sua descoberta&lt;br /&gt;Se descobriu também&lt;br /&gt;Se descobriu fogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Letéia Lene&lt;br /&gt;Agora mais Letéia do que lene&lt;br /&gt;Letéia no amor&lt;br /&gt;Letéia em suas atidudes&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Letéia em quase toda a sua plenitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Letéia que veio atear fogo a terra e vigiar para que arda&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                               maio de 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: escolhi esta imagem pq acho que ela tem a mesma intencidade de Letéia Lene, ela estoura nas vistas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foto: Doicleciano Baptista&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/19862829-114524885358628163?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/114524885358628163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=114524885358628163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114524885358628163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114524885358628163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2006/04/letia-lene.html' title='Letéia Lene'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-114524667158046632</id><published>2006-04-16T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:04:31.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sem titulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/1600/pq%20principe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/320/pq%20principe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tanto na leitura de um belo aroma, como na musica de um bom livro.&lt;br /&gt;No sabor de entrar no mar, como no cheiro da saliva.&lt;br /&gt;Dedico essa minha vida cheia de dualismos&lt;br /&gt;prazeres&lt;br /&gt;pronomes, os mais pessoais possíveis&lt;br /&gt;essa visa pobre e tola&lt;br /&gt;mas que pede para ser vivida no superlativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;                                                                  setembro de 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ! como ouvi outro dia "o mundo é para mim" hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-114524667158046632?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/114524667158046632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=114524667158046632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114524667158046632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114524667158046632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2006/04/sem-titulo.html' title='sem titulo'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-114441769838210530</id><published>2006-04-07T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T22:11:27.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>êita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/1600/marco%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6834/1974/320/marco%202.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;êita menino serelepe!&lt;br /&gt;que adora dançar&lt;br /&gt;que adora correr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               êita garoto carioca!&lt;br /&gt;               do Estácio de Sá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               êita Homem!&lt;br /&gt;               ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;foto: um pedaço dele por ele mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-114441769838210530?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114441769838210530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/114441769838210530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2006/04/ita.html' title='êita'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-113883947646397798</id><published>2006-02-01T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T16:17:56.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>conhecer e pensar : Qual é o limite?</title><content type='html'>do Lat. Cognoscere&lt;br /&gt;v. tr., ter conhecimento;&lt;br /&gt;ter a ideia ou a noção de;&lt;br /&gt;ter relações com alguém;&lt;br /&gt;saber, estar certo de;&lt;br /&gt;ser muito versado em;&lt;br /&gt;reconhecer, admitir;&lt;br /&gt;ter visto ou visitado;&lt;br /&gt;v. int., tomar conhecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do Lat. Pensare, freq. de pendere, suspender&lt;br /&gt;v. int.,&lt;br /&gt;formar ideias;&lt;br /&gt;raciocinar, cogitar;&lt;br /&gt;reflectir;&lt;br /&gt;ter certo parecer;&lt;br /&gt;julgar;&lt;br /&gt;prever;&lt;br /&gt;ter cuidado;&lt;br /&gt;v. tr.,&lt;br /&gt;imaginar;&lt;br /&gt;julgar;&lt;br /&gt;supor;&lt;br /&gt;conjecturar;&lt;br /&gt;calcular;&lt;br /&gt;ter no espírito;&lt;br /&gt;medicar;&lt;br /&gt;s. m.,&lt;br /&gt;pensamento;&lt;br /&gt;opinião;&lt;br /&gt;ponderação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-113883947646397798?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/113883947646397798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/113883947646397798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2006/02/conhecer-e-pensar-qual-o-limite.html' title='conhecer e pensar : Qual é o limite?'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19862829.post-113456734560921794</id><published>2005-12-14T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:54:26.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamento</title><content type='html'>"... Porém, pelo fato de não estarmos unidos por uma vivência comum, e  porque esta vivência surge em muitos homens atualmente, por isso mesmo muitos destes que nunca vimos e dos quais sabemos tão pouco e que de nós tão pouco sabem, estão vinculados mais profunda e completamente a nós do que alguns que vemos todo dia, mesmo que partilhem nossa opinião sobre isto ou aquilo, enquanto que os primeiros possuem outros horizontes e pensamentos." M. Buber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhei em mim e encontrei em outros .......que distante de mim estão a minha comunidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19862829-113456734560921794?l=vanessaespinola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/feeds/113456734560921794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19862829&amp;postID=113456734560921794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/113456734560921794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19862829/posts/default/113456734560921794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessaespinola.blogspot.com/2005/12/pensamento.html' title='pensamento'/><author><name>Vanessinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06064574856399204163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khfq7ZsBBJk/R2US2FYqJVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xk37dqdOi9w/S220/Mam%C3%A3e+027+novo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
