<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368</id><updated>2009-10-21T03:52:53.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cacá</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-2704374125317515851</id><published>2009-10-21T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T03:52:53.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AJUDA URGENTE! cACHORRA EM CHOQUE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/St7n9bB_lhI/AAAAAAAAAYY/u6jPcJSp54Y/s1600-h/carlene+baby+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395004446050588178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/St7n9bB_lhI/AAAAAAAAAYY/u6jPcJSp54Y/s400/carlene+baby+201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a Lalinha e'uma cachorrinha de rua, de aproximadamente 6 meses, ja trocou os dentinhos; apos te-la tirado das ruas, fui instruida por um veterinario a dar ivermectina. Horas apos ter tomado este remedio ela comecou a ficar muito prostada e com alteracao ocular (olhos muito inchados). Faz dois dias que esta assim, nao tem mais forca para levantar, para comer, esta' definhando literalmente. Agora ja nem abre mais os olhos. O remedio, inapropriado para seu estado, deve ter dado um choque no animal. PECO A ALGUM VETERINARIO OU ALGUMA PESSOA QUE PUDER AJUDAR PAGANDO UMA CONSULTA, POR FAVOR, POIS NAO ESTOU EM CONDICOES NO MOMENTO DE PAGAR POR ISSO. Ela se encontra no bairro Partenon, proximo a Universidade da Puc,, em Porto Alegre.&lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigada&lt;br /&gt;F: (051)3318 11 40- Carlene&lt;br /&gt;carlene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-2704374125317515851?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/2704374125317515851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=2704374125317515851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/2704374125317515851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/2704374125317515851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/10/ajuda-urgente-cachorra-em-choque.html' title='AJUDA URGENTE! cACHORRA EM CHOQUE!'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/St7n9bB_lhI/AAAAAAAAAYY/u6jPcJSp54Y/s72-c/carlene+baby+201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-4404203701542073789</id><published>2009-03-10T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T04:34:46.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby chega da Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SbZQTcPa9wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qjcorKGhHX8/s1600-h/fredflare-wishlist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SbZQTcPa9wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qjcorKGhHX8/s400/fredflare-wishlist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311521105458689794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O baby chega da Australia dia 15.03, ou seja, faltam só 4 dias!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ele quer me trazer presentes, mas eu disse que o melhor presente é ele estar de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem baby, já que é algo inevitável, pode ser qualquer coisa dessa lista!Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-4404203701542073789?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/4404203701542073789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=4404203701542073789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/4404203701542073789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/4404203701542073789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-baby-chega-da-australia-dia-15.html' title='Baby chega da Australia'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SbZQTcPa9wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qjcorKGhHX8/s72-c/fredflare-wishlist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-736977498196168204</id><published>2009-01-29T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T07:14:46.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite de muitas risadas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHhd6EgexI/AAAAAAAAALU/q2-H5EBti28/s1600-h/2853272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHhd6EgexI/AAAAAAAAALU/q2-H5EBti28/s400/2853272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296762540685032210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uns dias recolhida aos meus aposentos, com muita dor (muscular), desanimada, sem perspectiva, sentindo falta do namorado e das amigas (parece que todos resolveram me abandonar ao mesmo tempo!), resolvi reagir por fim, sair de casa.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz uma rodada de pizza para as minhas duas amigas queridas: Su e Dé (pena que vc tb não estava Grazi) e depois saímos pelas ruas vazias de verão em Porto Alegre. Acabamos curtindo um show de rock no Dublin , conversando e rindo muito. adoro as gurias!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Dublin Irish Pub alia o charme dos pubs irlandeses ao cardápio da cozinha internacional. Shows de rock e um espaço ao ar livre para conversar com vista para a agitação alegram o ambiente da Padre Chagas, ponto nobre de Porto Alegre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-736977498196168204?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/736977498196168204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=736977498196168204' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/736977498196168204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/736977498196168204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/01/noite-de-muitas-risadas.html' title='Noite de muitas risadas!'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHhd6EgexI/AAAAAAAAALU/q2-H5EBti28/s72-c/2853272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-866946348083464780</id><published>2009-01-29T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:53:12.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Achei a cartilha da minha vida!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHeQWTE_AI/AAAAAAAAALM/dCtlfCeyEpQ/s1600-h/Cartilha+para+alfabetiza%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Ademir+Pfiffer+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHeQWTE_AI/AAAAAAAAALM/dCtlfCeyEpQ/s400/Cartilha+para+alfabetiza%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Ademir+Pfiffer+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296759009209285634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHeKCGD8bI/AAAAAAAAALE/pVaTl4TkBEM/s1600-h/Cartilha%2Bpara%2Balfabetiza%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BAdemir%2BPfiffer%2B03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHeKCGD8bI/AAAAAAAAALE/pVaTl4TkBEM/s400/Cartilha%2Bpara%2Balfabetiza%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BAdemir%2BPfiffer%2B03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296758900706767282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHeDmtDcRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-42mS2z9dNM/s1600-h/Cartilha+para+alfabetiza%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Ademir+Pfiffer+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHeDmtDcRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-42mS2z9dNM/s400/Cartilha+para+alfabetiza%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Ademir+Pfiffer+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296758790274904338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHd9VebTwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4vK5RsuP54E/s1600-h/Cartilha%2Bpara%2Balfabetiza%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BAdemir%2BPfiffer%2B04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHd9VebTwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4vK5RsuP54E/s400/Cartilha%2Bpara%2Balfabetiza%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BAdemir%2BPfiffer%2B04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296758682570936066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHd0v6_neI/AAAAAAAAAKs/t2CZACDluAU/s1600-h/Cartilha%2Bpara%2Balfabetiza%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BAdemir%2BPfiffer%2B02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHd0v6_neI/AAAAAAAAAKs/t2CZACDluAU/s400/Cartilha%2Bpara%2Balfabetiza%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bde%2BAdemir%2BPfiffer%2B02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296758535051255266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei algumas páginas da cartilha que me alfabetizou em 1983. Achei bárbaro, senti uma saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Super Davi amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-866946348083464780?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/866946348083464780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=866946348083464780' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/866946348083464780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/866946348083464780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/01/machei-cartilha-da-minha-vida.html' title='Achei a cartilha da minha vida!!!!'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYHeQWTE_AI/AAAAAAAAALM/dCtlfCeyEpQ/s72-c/Cartilha+para+alfabetiza%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Ademir+Pfiffer+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-1043218357527090736</id><published>2009-01-28T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:27:18.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda Orangotangos+ Damn Laser vampires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYDoXaziLVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bh-HN62s5AE/s1600-h/cartazgrande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYDoXaziLVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bh-HN62s5AE/s400/cartazgrande.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296488650817809746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final de tarde e nós fomos assistir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ainda orangotangos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O premiado cineasta gaucho, de curtas metragens, Gustavo Espolidoro, resolveu inovar. Em seu primeiro longa, “Ainda Orangotangos” ele realizou um grande desafio, o de ser o primeiro filme em plano seqüência, ou seja, sem cortes. São 81 minutos sem edição de imagens.&lt;br /&gt;O filme que estreou no dia cinco de setembro em Porto Alegre passou por diversas cidades do país e foi a Milão para vencer o 13º festival de cinema na cidade da Itália. O júri explicou que o motivo da vitoria era obvio: “Uma aposta ousada e brilhante.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pós punk dark deprê de Damn Laser Vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em forma de concerto, lá no santander, foi muito cool; melhor ainda foi a companhia do meu irmão e do seu amigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-1043218357527090736?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/1043218357527090736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=1043218357527090736' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/1043218357527090736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/1043218357527090736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/01/ainda-orangotangos-damn-laser-vampires.html' title='Ainda Orangotangos+ Damn Laser vampires'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SYDoXaziLVI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bh-HN62s5AE/s72-c/cartazgrande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-3532795656237064857</id><published>2008-11-16T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:46:15.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como estou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXT-AQ-W1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/G-GvzhXdik8/s1600-h/ATgAAADhUm1JwiHjpBiFXdVKs8WA1Fchgn2UWBJC2ehpZgEBcK4WSlS_zAjTb_IP0aNobYnpqA-LWIhuc85HJLhYU8bHAJtU9VA0UCwS0RZXa2HYlRhklUpIo6mMPw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270852001083579218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXT-AQ-W1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/G-GvzhXdik8/s320/ATgAAADhUm1JwiHjpBiFXdVKs8WA1Fchgn2UWBJC2ehpZgEBcK4WSlS_zAjTb_IP0aNobYnpqA-LWIhuc85HJLhYU8bHAJtU9VA0UCwS0RZXa2HYlRhklUpIo6mMPw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Como sempre!!! Velejo por  rumo incerto  numa casca de noz, desgovernada em tempestade de mar alto, ferida pelo vento intenso e pelas refregas subitas, manobrando por entre vagas e ondas fatais, sempre sorridente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-3532795656237064857?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/3532795656237064857/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=3532795656237064857' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/3532795656237064857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/3532795656237064857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-estou.html' title='Como estou?'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXT-AQ-W1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/G-GvzhXdik8/s72-c/ATgAAADhUm1JwiHjpBiFXdVKs8WA1Fchgn2UWBJC2ehpZgEBcK4WSlS_zAjTb_IP0aNobYnpqA-LWIhuc85HJLhYU8bHAJtU9VA0UCwS0RZXa2HYlRhklUpIo6mMPw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-8341184378343271998</id><published>2008-12-28T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:27:36.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonecas de Papel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVffMBRVMaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nNg_yYIL_z0/s1600-h/08031701_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVffMBRVMaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nNg_yYIL_z0/s400/08031701_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284938085335118242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amo bonecas!!!! De papel, de pano, de feltro, as marionetes da indonésia, as que estão nos antiquários, o museu das bonecas de Buenos Aires, as japonesas, kokheshis, mensageiras&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as da Russia, matrioskas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;a boneca bailarina que está pendurada na porta do meu quarto, enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;As bonecas de papel com suas roupinhas recortáveis e montáveis, como hoje as conhecemos, começaram a ser difundidas na América do Norte e Europa a partir dos anos de 1910, em suplementos de propaganda e revistas. Dirigiam-se tanto às crianças quanto às mulheres, com temas talvez mais específicos para cada idade: para as meninas, réplicas infantis e, para as últimas, as tendências da moda. Fala-se até de uma "época de ouro" das bonecas de papel. Teria começado a partir dos anos 30 e se estenderia até os anos do pós-Segunda Guerra; eram muitíssimo populares porque o papel tornara-se um produto acessível, bem mais barato que nos anos anteriores e o estrondoso sucesso em todas as casas eram as bonecas de celebridades, principalmente das estrelas do cinema.    &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-2730555871301578"; /* 468x60 meio artigo, created 8/5/08 */ google_ad_slot = "2671676608"; google_ad_width = 468; google_ad_height = 60; //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script&gt;window.google_rende&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Podia-se construir todo um Olimpo só com as divas de Hollywood em &lt;em&gt;kraftpaper&lt;/em&gt;. De um lado, as modelos; uma Marilyn Monroe de roupas íntimas à moda da época (aqueles sutiãs torcidos no meio eram bárbaros), pinta junto da boca e, na página ao lado, seus figurinos com pequenas abas para dobrar e prender. Numa época onde as Barbies eram um luxo ao alcance de quase ninguém, poucas coisas deviam ser mais divertidas para as meninas, moças ou donas de casa quanto vestirem suas bonecas da Rita Hayworth como Gilda ou enfileirarem suas coleções da Dior em miniatura.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;O ilustrador americano &lt;a href="http://www.paperdolls.com/pages/pdarts.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Donald Hendricks&lt;/a&gt;, especializado em desenhos de moda, é o responsável por uma série de paperdools que vão direto à inspiração dos 50's para compor essas belas peças vintage que apresentamos logo aqui abaixo: Christian Dior, Grace Kelly, Rita Hayworth, uma adorável Frida Kahlo e mesmo a presidenciável Hillary Clinton.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;E como nada nos impede de começarmos nossa própria coleção, estão na &lt;a href="http://www.travessa.com.br/wpgIdioma.aspx?CodIdioma=85c704f7-7745-4081-815b-e204a5bb36c1" target="_blank"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; vários catálogos com dúzias de temas, &lt;a href="http://www.travessa.com.br/wpgIdioma.aspx?CodIdioma=85c704f7-7745-4081-815b-e204a5bb36c1" target="_blank"&gt;esses aqui&lt;/a&gt; encontrei na Livraria Travessa por preços não-assustadores. Para imprimir, cortar e montar sua própria boneca de papel, há no site &lt;a href="http://www.paperdolls.com/pages/pdgallry.htm" target="_blank"&gt;paperdoll.com&lt;/a&gt; a galeria com os desenhos de Donald Hendricks com os mais diversos personagens da realidade e da ficção. Cai perfeito para os dias em que as mãos e as tesouras estão criativas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVfcHlaTnJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7fZRMdVk__0/s1600-h/08031702_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVfcHlaTnJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7fZRMdVk__0/s320/08031702_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284934710602210450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVfeAeEcGPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/T6crbaGpEX4/s1600-h/08031707_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVffk7jKKvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MqxaZWMhq8s/s400/08031708_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284938513296009970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVff2xmKuGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NTqaO1DeRss/s1600-h/08031704_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVff2xmKuGI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NTqaO1DeRss/s400/08031704_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284938819861919842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVff2kSj3AI/AAAAAAAAAI0/exIqBgFM8rI/s1600-h/08031705_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVff2kSj3AI/AAAAAAAAAI0/exIqBgFM8rI/s400/08031705_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284938816290020354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVfgSh5fNXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BKzuFlrycwo/s1600-h/08031703_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVfgSh5fNXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/BKzuFlrycwo/s400/08031703_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284939296684324210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-8341184378343271998?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/8341184378343271998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=8341184378343271998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/8341184378343271998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/8341184378343271998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2008/12/bonecas-de-papel.html' title='Bonecas de Papel'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVffMBRVMaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nNg_yYIL_z0/s72-c/08031701_blog.uncovering.org_bonecas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-5375361566902768319</id><published>2009-01-15T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:25:55.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6º  Encontro do Público com o Cinema Brasileiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SW8a4RL2gwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rtURndv3UfM/s1600-h/casa-de-alice-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SW8a4RL2gwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rtURndv3UfM/s400/casa-de-alice-poster01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291477641171731202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A casa de Alice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Filme brasileiro que roda o mundo à convite de festivais, finalmente em cartaz no Santander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;É o novo jeito de fazer cinema, mais imperfeito, sem final feliz, nem triste, talvez sem final, eu diria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Descobri que, não é que eu não goste de filmes brasileiros, mas estava cansada dos mesmos atores, os mesmos trejeitos, caras e bocas, cansativo,uhhhhhh! Esse filme então, veio perfeito. Rendida ao cinema brasileiro, cá estou eu, me preparando mais uma vez para assistir a outro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-5375361566902768319?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/5375361566902768319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=5375361566902768319' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/5375361566902768319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/5375361566902768319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-encontro-do-pblico-com-o-cinema.html' title='6º  Encontro do Público com o Cinema Brasileiro'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SW8a4RL2gwI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rtURndv3UfM/s72-c/casa-de-alice-poster01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-7534174405612889091</id><published>2008-11-18T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:56:36.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicky, Cristina Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXRIOM_qOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DS3MxlWSy0E/s1600-h/vicky_cristina_barcelona1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270848878088792290" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 222px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXRIOM_qOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DS3MxlWSy0E/s320/vicky_cristina_barcelona1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mi opinión: O filme de Wood Alen surpreendeu-me. Na verdade desse diretor conheço quase nada, e confesso que fazia pouco caso,  imaginava algo bem mais americanóide, convencional e blá, blá, blá.  A fotografia é excelente (dá vontade de ir "ontem" para Barcelona). O enredo, nada convencional aos olhos dos mais conservadores, não cai na velha chatice das comédias românticas. Conta ainda com um elenco de peso:  Javier Barden e sua beleza tosca e a sensualidade de Scarlett Johansson, mas todos sabemos que o filme é seu, Penélope!&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/6794075911888572368-7534174405612889091?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/7534174405612889091/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=7534174405612889091' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/7534174405612889091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/7534174405612889091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2008/11/vicky-cristina-barcelona.html' title='Vicky, Cristina Barcelona'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXRIOM_qOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DS3MxlWSy0E/s72-c/vicky_cristina_barcelona1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-5048196247300949253</id><published>2009-01-13T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:34:45.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou a descobrir Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SWzLDWrJN1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yrnSrmqVJ40/s1600-h/clarice-lispector-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SWzLDWrJN1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yrnSrmqVJ40/s400/clarice-lispector-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290826920740075346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escuta: eu te deixo ser. Deixa-me ser então.”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Vou te fazer uma confissão: estou um pouco assustada. É que não sei aonde me levará esta minha liberdade. Não é arbitrária nem libertina. Mas estou solta.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Mas sou caleidoscópica: fascinam-me as minhas mutações faiscantes que aqui caleidoscopicamente registro. Vou agora parar um pouco para me aprofundar mais. Depois eu volto. Voltei. Fui existindo.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Depois de certo tempo cada um é responsável pela cara que tem. Vou olhar agora a minha. É um rosto nu. E quando penso que inexiste um igual ao meu no mundo, fico de susto alegre.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Que o Deus me ajude: estou perdida. Preciso terrivelemente de você. Nós temos que ser dois. Para que o trigo fique alto. Estou tão grave que vou parar.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Mas eu me alimentei com a minha própria placenta. E não vou roer unhas porque isto é um tranqüilo &lt;em&gt;adaggio&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Mas por que esse mal-estar? É porque não estou vivendo do único modo que existe para cada um de se viver e nem sei qual é. (…) Eu me aprofundei mas não acredito em mim porque meu pensamento é inventado.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Para te escrever eu antes me perfumo toda.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Sou inquieta e áspera e desesperançada. Embora amor dentro de mim eu tenha.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“O jasmim é dos namorados. Dá vontade de pôr reticências agora.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Eu, que corro nervosa e só a realidade me delimita.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Mas como fazer se não te enterneces com meus defeitos, enquanto eu amei os teus.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Diga-me por favor que horas são para eu saber que estou vivendo nesta hora.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Recuso-me a ficar triste. Sejamos alegres. Quem não tiver medo de ficar alegre e experimentar só uma vez sequer a alegria doida e profunda terá o melhor da nossa verdade.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Aliás não quero morrer. Recuso-me contra “Deus”. Vamos não morrer como desafio?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Fui ao encontro de mim. Calma, alegre, plenitude sem fulminação. Simplesmente eu sou eu e você é você. É vasto, vai durar.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Obrigada por ter existido, Clarice. Porque é vasto, vai durar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-5048196247300949253?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/5048196247300949253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=5048196247300949253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/5048196247300949253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/5048196247300949253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/01/clarice-lispector.html' title='Estou a descobrir Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SWzLDWrJN1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/yrnSrmqVJ40/s72-c/clarice-lispector-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-8418747897922720702</id><published>2009-01-13T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:33:28.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falando de Moda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="pCTitle pCTitleMod"&gt;Carrie Chic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="pCTitle pCTitleMod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amo a série,  Carrie e suas amigas e, principalmente, as suas roupitchas, os peep toe com meias é um luxo só, as trench coat com salto alto e luvas de couro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" class="pCTitle pCTitleMod"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por isso quando encontrei esse material( abaixo), resolvi colocá-lo aqui, como uma versão "abrasileirada" de seus looks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="pCTitle pCTitleMod"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Você pode amar as trapalhadas românticas de &lt;strong&gt;Carrie&lt;/strong&gt;, as estripulias sexuais de &lt;strong&gt;Samantha&lt;/strong&gt;, as investidas casamenteiras de &lt;strong&gt;Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt;, o desprezo por homens de &lt;strong&gt;Miranda&lt;/strong&gt;. Mas a razão número 1 para assistir a &lt;strong&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/strong&gt; é o personagem principal: o figurino de &lt;strong&gt;Patricia Field&lt;/strong&gt;. De preferência, o de &lt;strong&gt;Miss Bradshaw&lt;/strong&gt;. Nas seis temporadas de série na TV, o closet de Carrie foi do boho ao ladylike, do street ao melindrosa. E a versão filme, que estreou 06.07.08,  chegou mais chic e fashion do que nunca. Aqui, a pré-estréia de alguns dos looks. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://modamodamoda.zip.net/images/carrie_01.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASACO de gabardine, Juliana Jabour, R$ 806 (à venda na Cool! Urban Lifestyle). Tel. (11) 3073 1221&lt;br /&gt;CAMISETA, Renner, R$ 40. Tel. (11) 2165 2800. &lt;a href="http://www.lojasrenner.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.lojasrenner.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEIA-CALÇA de lã, Maria Bonita, R$ 310. Tel. (21) 2513 1122. &lt;a href="http://www.mariabonita.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.mariabonita.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OXFORD, Orcade, R$ 152. Tel. (16) 3712 3900. &lt;a href="http://www.orcade.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.orcade.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://modamodamoda.zip.net/images/carrie_02.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARDIGÃ de malha, Le Lis Blanc, R$ 360. Tel. (11) 3815 0634. &lt;a href="http://www.lelisblanc.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.lelisblanc.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARTEIRA de verniz, Smart Bag, R$ 160. Tel. (11) 6192 4666. &lt;a href="http://www.smartbag.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.smartbag.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUVAS de couro, Selaria Santa Rosa, R$ 57. Tel. (51) 3241 8455&lt;br /&gt;MEIA 5/8, Lupo, R$ 15. SAC tel. 0800 707 8220. &lt;a href="http://www.lupo.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.lupo.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOTIE de verniz, Tabita, R$ 179. Tel. (51) 3545 1600. &lt;a href="http://www.tabita.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.tabita.com.br&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://modamodamoda.zip.net/images/carrie_03.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRENCH COAT de cetim, Lita Mortari, R$ 1 500. Tel. (11) 3064 3021. &lt;a href="http://www.litamortari.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.litamortari.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLA de onça sintética, Les Filós, R$ 141. Tel. (11) 3082 6897. &lt;a href="http://www.lesfilos.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.lesfilos.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNICKER de plush, Body Jam, R$ 126. Tel. (11) 3082 8181. &lt;a href="http://www.bodyjam.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.bodyjam.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUVAS de couro sintético, Renner, R$ 40. Tel. (11) 2165 2800. &lt;a href="http://www.lojasrenner.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.lojasrenner.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOTIE de camurça, Corello R$ 259. Tel. (11) 3819 8650. &lt;a href="http://www.corello.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.corello.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOLSA, Legaspi, R$ 1 152. Tel. (51) 3561 2445. &lt;a href="http://www.legaspi.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.legaspi.com.br&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://modamodamoda.zip.net/images/carrie_04.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REGATA de algodão, Renner, R$ 20. Tel. (11) 2165 2800. &lt;a href="http://www.lojasrenner.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.lojasrenner.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTOLA de pele sintética, NEM, R$ 450. Tel. (11) 3845 3199&lt;br /&gt;CARTEIRA de cetim e pedras, Accessorize, R$ 160. Tel. (11) 3812 6110. &lt;a href="http://www.accessorize.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.accessorize.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUVAS de couro, Di Santi, R$ 98. Tel. (51) 3556 1419. &lt;a href="http://www.disanti.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.disanti.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAIA de tule de algodão e organza, Ellus, R$ 1 200. Tel. (11) 3082 3120. &lt;a href="http://www.ellus.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.ellus.com.br&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://modamodamoda.zip.net/images/carrie_05.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMISA, Renner, R$ 60. Tel. (11) 2165 2800. &lt;a href="http://www.lojasrenner.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.lojasrenner.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAVATA de cetim, Daniela Ricci, R$ 54. Tel. (11) 9245 9068. &lt;a href="http://www.danielaricciacessorios.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.danielaricciacessorios.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROCHE de metal com banho de prata, murano e pérolas de vidro, Carmel, R$ 78. Tel. (11) 3061 9448. &lt;a href="http://www.carmelacessorios.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.carmelacessorios.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALÇA, Le Lis Blanc, R$ 350. Tel. (11) 3815 0634. &lt;a href="http://www.lelisblanc.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.lelisblanc.com.br&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://modamodamoda.zip.net/images/carrie_06.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VESTIDO de jérsei com flores de couro, Fause Haten, R$ 790. Tel. (11) 3068 8642. &lt;a href="http://www.fausehaten.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.fausehaten.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDÁLIA de couro, Luiza Barcelos, R$ 345. Tel. (31) 2102 0100. &lt;a href="http://www.luizabarcelos.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.luizabarcelos.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARTEIRA, Legaspi, R$ 599. Tel. (51) 3561 2445. &lt;a href="http://www.legaspi.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.legaspi.com.br&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://modamodamoda.zip.net/images/carrie_07.jpg" align="baseline" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VESTIDO de tricô de algodão, Coven, R$ 850. Tel. (31) 3273 3199. &lt;a href="http://www.coven.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.coven.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDÁLIA de verniz, Rock Lilly, R$ 519. Tel. (11) 3032 9212&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Preços pesquisados em abril de 2008&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: Revista Elle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-8418747897922720702?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/8418747897922720702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=8418747897922720702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/8418747897922720702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/8418747897922720702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/01/falando-de-moda.html' title='Falando de Moda'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-2345183733066406066</id><published>2008-11-20T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:18:29.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXoo_2ykVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GQSYSnc8twQ/s1600-h/ATgAAABDqyfJQkN3_q5b1m7N2iIZguYtCs7iwgFBqYie9p8ARf-oAo74F1J2jwtSqQm-zPB4iJ7ctU8uG0BYsRuwVwKwAJtU9VB0kkEZdT9ByuBBjCC5v-ofqFSiyg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270874729940685138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXoo_2ykVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GQSYSnc8twQ/s320/ATgAAABDqyfJQkN3_q5b1m7N2iIZguYtCs7iwgFBqYie9p8ARf-oAo74F1J2jwtSqQm-zPB4iJ7ctU8uG0BYsRuwVwKwAJtU9VB0kkEZdT9ByuBBjCC5v-ofqFSiyg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXmiowt_HI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xoceEpC2YP4/s1600-h/ATgAAADCkNGOBPFnG9kcewgTbAa47ZM3_ytx9lfj2rNs7MttYsN23XM7oRDne9NJeEfXYzQ7ZorhP3cxUkSZRCd-vwjJAJtU9VBDreUz568IXZzgVu8622V57cJR4A.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não apenas Eu sou feita de partes...mas é de partes a minha vida inteira. Feita dos muitos que fizeram parte dos meus diversos momentos. Feita de fragmentos de tempo que me foram presentes, sem passado ou futuro. Breves ou longos...ainda assim momentos, só partes do tempo. Existência partificada, mosaicada...fração de mim o que quiser! A intermitência em mim é perene. Sou irregular, inconstante, interrompida...fraturada. Já me conformo com a descontinuidade...sou parte. E é parcial a minha felicidade. Inteira, só a vontade de não ser metade. Aos pedaços junto os cacos, os azulejos quebrados. Costuro os retalhos dessa colcha que me aquece...em parte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-2345183733066406066?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/2345183733066406066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=2345183733066406066' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/2345183733066406066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/2345183733066406066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2008/11/frao.html' title='Fração'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXoo_2ykVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GQSYSnc8twQ/s72-c/ATgAAABDqyfJQkN3_q5b1m7N2iIZguYtCs7iwgFBqYie9p8ARf-oAo74F1J2jwtSqQm-zPB4iJ7ctU8uG0BYsRuwVwKwAJtU9VB0kkEZdT9ByuBBjCC5v-ofqFSiyg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-33339652948974492</id><published>2009-01-13T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:49:52.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Il Postino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SWzhaOxHr0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/kQ0VqULJUvo/s1600-h/il_postino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SWzhaOxHr0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/kQ0VqULJUvo/s400/il_postino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290851503010459458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite dessas, 3h da manhã, o sono disse: tchauzinho, (não me espere que volto tarde), tive então uma súbita vontade de assistir pela 4º vez o filme Il Postino; legal, nunca me canso de rever os filmes de que mais gosto, eles sempre chegam de uma maneira diferente a cada vez que olho.&lt;br /&gt;Dessa vez certo que foi especial, principalmente porque nos "extras"(eu sempre gosto de olhar o material extra dos filmes), descobri que o ator fez o filme já doente, muitas vezes seu rosto era banhado em suor - detalhe de sua enfermidade.&lt;br /&gt;A poesia é a marca maior do filme - uma linguagem que transforma quem escuta, uma linguagem que desconstroi para criar novos significados, ao ponto de conquistar o amor de uma mulher que se inflama apenas em ouvir versos soltos que pertecem àqueles que têm a sensibilidade a flor da derme! Lindo!&lt;br /&gt;Voltei a dormir lá pelas 6 da manhã, junto ao livro de Pablo Neruda, presente do Dan para mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794075911888572368-33339652948974492?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/33339652948974492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=33339652948974492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/33339652948974492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/33339652948974492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2009/01/noite-dessas-3h-da-manh-o-sono-disse.html' title='Il Postino'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SWzhaOxHr0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/kQ0VqULJUvo/s72-c/il_postino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-8770542508630611577</id><published>2008-12-27T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:52:13.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Brincar de Boneca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVbaI0sxavI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UH2NeHzQ-RA/s1600-h/imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVbaI0sxavI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UH2NeHzQ-RA/s320/imagem.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284651057886096114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                      Clique&lt;a href="http://www.puchicollective.com/blythealizer/"&gt; aqui &lt;/a&gt;para brincar de boneca!!!!&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/6794075911888572368-8770542508630611577?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/8770542508630611577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=8770542508630611577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/8770542508630611577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/8770542508630611577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-brincar-de-boneca.html' title='Para Brincar de Boneca'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SVbaI0sxavI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UH2NeHzQ-RA/s72-c/imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794075911888572368.post-5044215411314525189</id><published>2008-11-23T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:29:41.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuvianópolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSmSCMg7aGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XqXL0GQNFJU/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271905405230606434" style="DISPLAY: block; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXeKObtt0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/qzxgV3BEIq0/s320/Hally_Lou_ray_caesar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Devo ter feito confusão entre minha garrafinha de H2O e um chá de santo Daime (aquele que dá a possibilidade de criar imagens e visões na mente), pois ao tomar uns goles antes de ir para a cama, tive uma noite de pesadelos horripilantes e ao mesmo tempo, fantásticos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sonhei que fui convidada a passar uma noite em um quarto renascentista e, um SER mulher, talvez uma menina demônio, depois de estar horas e horas passando gloss, despiu-se e quis fazer amor comigo. Seus cabelos eram iguais aos da atual namorada de meu "ex"(será por isso, demônia???). Era amiga. Era má. Era a pintura de um artista londrino. Sua pele, muito alva, seus dentes afiados, escurecidos e seu olhar branco, gélido e tenebroso. Não fiz amor com ela. Eu a estrangulei e ela ficou de diversas cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Deve ser porque, desde que fui apresentada às crianças alienígenas de Ray Caesar, não olho outra coisa. Essa vontade curiosa me levou a descobrir mais e mais a respeito do mundo soturno e enigmático do amável Ray. Uma das coisas mais intrigantes é que ele acredita ter nascido cachorro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Animais sabem como viver bem e uma espécie infantil como a nossa, precisa de um guia para que possa aprender conhecimentos secretos. Quando olho para um cachorro, vejo a criatura nobre que nada sabe sobre mentiras ou como conciliar suas emoções, mas vive para agradar suas companhias. Os cachorros têm uma vida de penúria que é aceita sem pestanejar. Gosto deste contraste. O que mais amo nesses animais é a maneira como influenciam nas minha tentativas de tornar-me humano. E eles são mais humanos que os seres humanos. Mais humanitários do que jamais seremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ray caesar gosta de cachorros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Eu amo os cachorros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Eu gosto de Ray Caesar, mas também não gosto; ele é o perturbador do meu sono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&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/6794075911888572368-6353840396652900197?l=aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/feeds/6353840396652900197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6794075911888572368&amp;postID=6353840396652900197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/6353840396652900197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794075911888572368/posts/default/6353840396652900197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspartesdeminhaspartes.blogspot.com/2008/11/sobre-sonhos-demnios-e-cachorros.html' title='Sobre Sonhos, Demônios e Cachorros'/><author><name>Cacá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08261399643397034732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14282183260326093287'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_szogL-PNJ9E/SSXeKObtt0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/qzxgV3BEIq0/s72-c/Hally_Lou_ray_caesar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>