<?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-26061308</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:41:57.392-03:00</updated><title type='text'>*Críticas &amp; Devaneios*</title><subtitle type='html'>Ao contrário do que muitos pensam, criticar não é só maldizer. Por definição também é examinar, apreciar e censurar. Então, a intenção deste espaço é criticar assuntos que, por algum motivo me despertam interesse. Passando por aqui você também está sujeito a se deparar com algumas divagações... Na verdade, um espaço pra "fazer cessar a contração"...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-117422927918160718</id><published>2007-03-18T12:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:47:59.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pearl Jam &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/I1pzDREDlhE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/I1pzDREDlhE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/26061308-117422927918160718?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/117422927918160718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=117422927918160718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/117422927918160718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/117422927918160718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2007/03/pearl-jam.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-117421783663371156</id><published>2007-03-18T09:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:37:16.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;U2 &amp; Mary J. Blige - One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/XlHnHY_xQVg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/XlHnHY_xQVg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/26061308-117421783663371156?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/117421783663371156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=117421783663371156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/117421783663371156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-116631178897623506</id><published>2006-12-16T21:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:29:49.143-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;JORGE VERCILO - AO VIVO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Xt2pQdDMyCg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Xt2pQdDMyCg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/26061308-116631178897623506?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/116631178897623506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=116631178897623506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/116631178897623506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/116631178897623506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/12/jorge-vercilo-ao-vivo.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-116456159573231221</id><published>2006-11-26T15:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T15:19:55.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Silvio Santos e o Bambú&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/UitdEMRQr2M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/UitdEMRQr2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/26061308-116456159573231221?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-116017986096391799</id><published>2006-10-06T21:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:10:12.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que a força do medo que tenho, não me impeça de ver o que anseio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que a morte de tudo em que acredito, não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito, a outra metade é silêncio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que a música que ouço ao longe seja linda ainda que tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que a mulher que amo seja pra sempre amada mesmo que distante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida, a outra metade é saudade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que as palavras que falo não sejam ouvidas como prece nem repetidas com fervor, apenas respeitadas como a única coisa que resta a um homem inundado de sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que ouço, a outra metade é o que calo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que a minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na calma e paz que mereço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que a tensão que me corrói por dentro seja um dia recompensada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que penso, a outra metade um vulcão&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste e o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que o espelho reflita meu rosto num doce sorriso que me lembro ter dado na infância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui, outra metade não sei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria pra me fazer aquietar o espírito e que o seu silêncio me fale cada vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque metade de mim é abrigo, a outra metade é cansaço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que a arte me aponte uma resposta mesmo que ela mesma não saiba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;E que ninguém a tente complicar, pois é preciso simplicidade pra fazê-la florescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque metade de mim é platéia, a outra metade é canção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Que a minha loucura seja perdoada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque metade de mim é amor, a outra metade também.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Metade&lt;em&gt; - Ferreira Gullar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-116017986096391799?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/116017986096391799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=116017986096391799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/116017986096391799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/116017986096391799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/10/que-fora-do-medo-que-tenho-no-me-impea.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-115851667396581495</id><published>2006-09-17T15:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:11:14.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;chaves -  trafico na vila&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/oSzOJO3qYiU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/oSzOJO3qYiU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/26061308-115851667396581495?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/115851667396581495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=115851667396581495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115851667396581495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115851667396581495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/09/chaves-trafico-na-vila.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-115592447201553862</id><published>2006-08-18T15:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:07:52.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorte de hoje no orkut (de novo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorte de hoje no orkut (de novo):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seus amigos só pedem um minuto do seu tempo, e não seu dinheiro"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então, meus amigos, coitados de vocês, por que não tenho tempo e, muito menos dinheiro... Uahuahuahuah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oba! Passei em Sistemas!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-115592447201553862?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/115592447201553862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=115592447201553862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115592447201553862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115592447201553862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/08/sorte-de-hoje-no-orkut-de-novo.html' title='Sorte de hoje no orkut (de novo)'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-115584367032940979</id><published>2006-08-17T16:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T16:50:26.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baratas no bandejão da UFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/VcDYmiA2NUs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-115584367032940979?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/115584367032940979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=115584367032940979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115584367032940979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115584367032940979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/08/baratas-no-bandejo-da-uff.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-115503751019293177</id><published>2006-08-08T08:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:34:44.486-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu preciso de férias!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/DESESPERO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="131" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/400/DESESPERO.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-115503751019293177?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/115503751019293177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=115503751019293177' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115503751019293177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115503751019293177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/08/eu-preciso-de-frias.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-115435793374516427</id><published>2006-07-31T08:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T08:54:16.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Devia à boca e tomou no olho"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha falta de tempo livre, há pouco vem me proporcionando o hábito de parar em frente a primeira banca de jornal que vejo e 'passar o olho' nas notícias. Dentre os jornais expostos, não faço questão de algum específico, mas tem um que parece me 'imlplorar atenção', o jornal “O Povo”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;São sempre temas horríveis acompanhados de fotos tenebrosas. Dentre outras "bizarrices", é de praxe fotos de indivíduos, cujo cérebro se espatifou pela rua. Além de assuntos que conseguem a proeza de irem de trágicos à cômicos. Um que me fez rir sozinha foi esse, que é o tema desta postagem: "Devia à boca e tomou no olho". Bom, creio que a boca em questão é a 'boca de fumo' e o olho... Bom, o olho, achei mais educado deixar por conta da sua interpretação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pior de tudo é saber que há pessoas com interesse em comprar um jornal desses. Vá lá, que seu valor é bem acessível, mas contraditóriamente, o preço que se paga é caro quando se vê as cenas publicadas. Dá uma agonia... Mas é hilário!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-115435793374516427?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/115435793374516427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=115435793374516427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115435793374516427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115435793374516427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/07/devia-boca-e-tomou-no-olhominha-falta.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-115395632463253680</id><published>2006-07-26T20:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:28:33.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hora do lanche...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/hora%20do%20lanche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/200/hora%20do%20lanche.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Com colaboração da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;minha querida amiga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Liziane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-115395632463253680?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/115395632463253680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=115395632463253680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115395632463253680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115395632463253680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/07/hora-do-lanche.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-115317911321295380</id><published>2006-07-17T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:52:45.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorte de hoje no orkut:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Você viajará para muito longe".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ora, até aí nenhuma novidade... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afinal, são três longas horas diárias de monotonia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Longe, muito longe... Sorte, muita sorte...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fim. (da viagem)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-115317911321295380?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/115317911321295380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=115317911321295380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115317911321295380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115317911321295380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorte-de-hoje-no-orkutvoc-viajar-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-115293559769893560</id><published>2006-07-15T00:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:54:43.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/imagesmj.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/Shoebox_Ragdoll___Tea_Cup___by_shoeboxragdoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Páginas sem vida"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;“Páginas Da Vida”, mais uma novela das 8h que começa às 9h...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manoel Carlos vem decepcionando, pela falta de criatividade, pela péssima &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;escolha do elenco e, principalmente pelas apelativas e desnecessárias cenas de nudez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;A falta de inovação do autor é evidente, quando se assiste a trama que só tem ricos, moradores do Leblon (mais uma vez...) e donos de casa em Petrópolis (eita, jabá com a Prefeitura!!). Sem falar na protagonista Helena, antes representada por Vera Fischer e agora, por Regina Duarte. Ohhh, pelo menos um pequeno avanço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Ana Paula Arósio é linda, mas é fraca, fraca! Sua tentativa de expressar a felicidade da personagem junto com o texto, transformam em fracasso, pelo menos no início da novela, a sua atuação. Tirem as crianças da sala! Agora Ana Paula, totalmente desprovida de pudor, fica nua na trama, deixando claro que falta de talento e de vergonha podem resultar em um papel para protagonizar novelas da Globo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Não sou telespectadora assídua de novelas, mas confesso que até então, naquelas horas de cansaço em que não se quer pensar em nada, assistir novelas de Manoel Carlos era, no mínimo, menos conflitante que assistir trabalhos da Glória Perez, até porque, eu prefiro Amsterdam à Miami. Por isso, a decepção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-115293559769893560?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/115293559769893560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=115293559769893560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115293559769893560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115293559769893560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/07/pginas-sem-vidapginas-da-vida-mais-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-115050252221199520</id><published>2006-06-16T19:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:24:53.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegria de pobre é barraco no ônibus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alegria de pobre é barraco no ônibus!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chega piloto, não cabe 'marnão'!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já tá todo mundo espremido que nem 'dogão'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Vamo' senhora, passa a roleta, passa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tá 'insartisfeita', desce e pega táxi na praça!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, não vou 'passá'! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho mais de cinqüenta e ainda tenho de 'pagá'...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Depois de muita cebola no 'dogão'...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A senhora decide a tal barreira ultrapassar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, olha isso! 'Dorme com um barulho desse'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora não adianta, na ponte ninguém vai 'saltá'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ô senhora, 'mandô mau', hein! fez de tudo pra 'atrapalhá'...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E esse foi um trechinho da minha volta pra casa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-115050252221199520?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/115050252221199520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=115050252221199520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115050252221199520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115050252221199520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/06/alegria-de-pobre-barraco-no-nibus.html' title='Alegria de pobre é barraco no ônibus!'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114994070578870204</id><published>2006-06-09T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:22:49.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Famoso "Ataque de Pelanca".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ataque de pelanca"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/400/gordo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-114994070578870204?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114994070578870204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114994070578870204' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114994070578870204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114994070578870204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-famoso-ataque-de-pelanca_09.html' title='O Famoso &quot;Ataque de Pelanca&quot;.'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114990313232376901</id><published>2006-06-09T19:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:59:04.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronaldo x Lula x Imprensa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronaldo x Lula x Imprensa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt; fato que as notícias, ultimamente giram em torno da Copa do Mundo e seus 'anexos', assim como também é fato que o Presidente do seu país, nem sempre fala o que deve. E sabemos que o seu, tá bom, nosso Presidente também é vítima da impiedosa imprensa parcial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje, assisti a três noticiários em diferentes emissoras de tv. E, me chamou atenção a maneira como cada uma veiculou a última entrevista entre alguns jogadores e técnico da seleção brasileira e Lula. Durante a entrevista, Lula faz um comentário seguido de uma pergunta ao Parreia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bom, eu acho que o Ronaldo não está gordo. Mas vivem dizendo que ele está gordo, gordo... Afinal, o Ronaldo está, ou não está gordo?" Parreira com uma resposta programada: "Ele está forte!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para mim, ficou evidente que o Presidente não afirmou que Ronaldo está 'fora de forma'. Mas, acho que o maior representante do nosso país, apesar da descontração, já deveria ter aprendido a ter uma postura diferente (não vamos entrar, aqui, no mérito do seu discurso destinado para as classes populares), já que é, propositalmente, tão mal interpretado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Das três emissoras, a única que não editou a afirmação que antecedeu a pergunta de Lula, foi o SBT. Bom, pela resposta dada, provavelmente o 'Fenômeno' (sic), teve acesso à versão editada da entrevista, uma vez que, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;retrucou ironicamente, dizendo que se não é verdade que o Lula bebe 'pra caramba', também é mentira que está gordo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No último domingo, também saiu uma matéria no jornal 'O Globo', cujo título também desfavorecia a opinião do Presidente: "O Brasil não é mais o País do futebol" - diz Lula. Lendo o texto entendi que a intenção era expor que o Brasil, ultimamente só 'produz' os craques, mas não os aproveita como antigamente. Hoje, grande parte deles vai para times europeus, que têm o 'poder' de negociar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A minha intenção não é defender o Presidente, mas acho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;que do ponto de vista de justiça, ele é coitado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-114990313232376901?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114990313232376901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114990313232376901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114990313232376901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114990313232376901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/06/ronaldo-x-lula-x-imprensa.html' title='Ronaldo x Lula x Imprensa'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114963827061920978</id><published>2006-06-06T20:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:00:24.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliviando o agravo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aliviando O Agravo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, então é assim??!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu penso que tá tudo bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até vir esse alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É isso aí, palmas pela atitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai entender seu conceito de virtude...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi, exatamente isso que me fez escrever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo sabendo que você nem vai ler...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-114963827061920978?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114963827061920978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114963827061920978' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114963827061920978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114963827061920978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/06/aliviando-o-agravo_06.html' title='Aliviando o agravo...'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-115007849004504350</id><published>2006-06-04T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:01:31.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincando de ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brincando de ser...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20montagem%20hairstyle.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora digam: Qual ficou pior? hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-115007849004504350?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/115007849004504350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=115007849004504350' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115007849004504350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/115007849004504350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/06/brincando-de-ser.html' title='Brincando de ser...'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114928404571969105</id><published>2006-06-01T21:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:03:07.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esculturas de Ron Mueck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esculturas de Ron Mueck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;avegando na net" encontrei essas imagens. São esculturas hiper-realistas do australiano, &lt;strong&gt;Ron Mueck,&lt;/strong&gt; produzidas com fibra de vidro, silicone, resina acrílica e poliéster. Estou postando algumas fotos aqui por que, realmente fiquei impressionada com a ousadia do escultor e sua fidelidade aos traços humanos e suas expressões. Bom, só é uma pena não poder ver de perto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/Ron11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/320/Ron11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Dead Dad" em homenagem ao seu pai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;com verossimilhança assustadora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/Ron2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/320/Ron2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfeita!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/Ron1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/320/Ron1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escultura "Menino agachado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 metros de altura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/Ron5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/320/Ron5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até o posicionamento na sala é estratégico:&lt;br /&gt;Tive a sensação de insanidade e desconforto&lt;br /&gt;***Para mim essa é a melhor!***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&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/26061308-114928404571969105?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114928404571969105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114928404571969105' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114928404571969105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114928404571969105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/06/esculturas-de-ron-mueck_01.html' title='Esculturas de Ron Mueck'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114929852751199211</id><published>2006-05-29T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:04:20.050-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Calma aí, que eu tô aprendendo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calma aí que eu tô aprendendo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/2005_CLASS_Benett.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/320/2005_CLASS_Benett.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Não vou mais criar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chega de fantasias e monstros&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Vou aguardar e só depois comemorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou me decepcionar, que seja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O importante é continuar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cansei de esperar só dela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem tudo a vida pode dar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora eu me lembrei: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passadas as angústias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre cantei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chego no fim da fração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E me liberto de mais um medo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sem perder a emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De mãos dadas comigo, um novo desejo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No meu amor e na vida hoje, dei um beijo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-114929852751199211?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114929852751199211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114929852751199211' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114929852751199211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114929852751199211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/05/calma-que-eu-t-aprendendo.html' title='Calma aí, que eu tô aprendendo!'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114901584775548308</id><published>2006-05-25T16:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:05:24.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os sentidos sem sentido... Ah, agora faz sentido!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os sentidos sem sentido... Ah, agora faz sentido!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/arte_italiana1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/400/arte_italiana1.1.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Retrato da marquesa Maria Veralli Spada e seus cinco filhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eberhart Keilau "Monsù Bernardo" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Helsingor 1624 - Roma 1687)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse quadro faz parte da exposição "Luz &amp;amp; Sombra na pintura Italiana entre o Renascimento e o barroco ", no Paço Imperial, no Rio. De todos, este foi o que mais me chamou a atenção, não só pela "falta de beleza" da Marquesa (rsrs) mas, pela representação dos sentidos humanos de uma maneira muito sutil... Não consegui achar uma imagem maior para postar e, por isso, por aqui, vocês não vão conseguir perceber todos os sentidos. Então, para quem puder visitar... Vale muito a pena!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-114901584775548308?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114901584775548308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114901584775548308' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114901584775548308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114901584775548308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/05/os-sentidos-sem-sentido-ah-agora-faz.html' title='Os sentidos sem sentido... Ah, agora faz sentido!'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114645345473943787</id><published>2006-05-01T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:19:44.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero um 'gole' desse vinho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero um gole desse vinho!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, a função desse "post" é, na verdade, a mesma de um 'ladrão' de caixa d'água, ou seja, extravasar excedentes. O que vou escrever aqui, é só o que não cabe mais em mim... Muita admiração... Mike McCready à parte, eu amo Pearl Jam. Há três dias que estou assistindo o Dvd (Touring Band 2000) sem me enfadar. Ao contrário, só cresce o meu contemplar... Vou tentar não ficar o tempo todo falando do Eddie. Vai ser difícil, mas vamos lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/eddiepj.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/320/eddiepj.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu disse que não ia ser fácil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hum, tenho "All Star", mas este não é meu calçado preferido, não uso camisa de flanela, tenho cabelos limpos e, mesmo assim concordo com a filosofia e críticas e sou fã incondicional &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;de &lt;strong&gt;Pearl Jam&lt;/strong&gt;. Essa banda, que surgiu no auge do movimento grunge, em &lt;strong&gt;Seattle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, nos EUA, fascina independente de estilo. Comecei a gostar do grupo desde a primeira vez que ouvi "Black", quando era "Young Girl...". O primeiro álbum que comprei foi "Ten" de 91, que, em minha opinião é o melhor de todos. Eu ouço Pearl Jam, pelo menos uma vez por dia e não me canso. O objetivo é relaxar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguns críticos de música dizem que o som deles é fácil de tocar e que os músicos nem são tão bons... E eu: "Dissident". Porque o que sinto pela banda, é absoluto e sem explicação clara. É daqueles sentimentos que hipnotizam, sabe?! A voz do &lt;strong&gt;Eddie&lt;/strong&gt;... - "Você já tentou fechar os olhos e 'sentí-la'?" É diferente de tudo o que já ouvi... É linda demais! Sem falar que ele é a banda! Nada seria tão bom sem ele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando soube que um "show" no Rio, faria parte da turnê na América do Sul, tudo ficou melhor... Na época, estava meio "down" e, de repente, tudo que era ruim parecia irrelevante. Ansiosíssima, eu só pensava no "show", que por sua vez, foi emocionante. Eu fiquei meio paralisada, sem acreditar que estava ali... Por várias vezes, fiquei arrepiada, enquanto olhava, da arquibancada, um 'mundo de pessoas' cantando " Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop. Tell him..." Eu queria guardar ("How Can I Forget?") aquela voz que interrompia a multidão com "Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know; she tells herself..." Também foi 'foda' quando tocaram "Animal", "Given To Fly", as guitarras 'rasgadas' de "Even Flow", (só faltou "Nothing As It Seems" e "Wishist") 'puta que pariu', bom demais!!!!! Desculpem a falta de moderação, mas o Eddie Vedder é 'foda'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou conseguir manifestar por palavras tudo o que eu sinto, até porque não é possível quantificar, mas desabafar um pouquinho acho que consegui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, para os que também se amarram no som deles, está disponível no site oficial da banda, o single "&lt;strong&gt;World Wide Suicide&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearljam.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.pearljam.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Da próxima vez que tocarmos aqui, o mundo será melhor porque George Bush não será mais presidente" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Eddie Vedder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's Ok... It's Ok... It's Ok..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-114645345473943787?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114645345473943787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114645345473943787' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114645345473943787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114645345473943787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/05/eu-quero-um-gole-desse-vinho.html' title='Eu quero um &apos;gole&apos; desse vinho!'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114649740134941826</id><published>2006-04-27T23:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:19:14.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dominância cerebral de sandália nova" - Parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dominância cerebral de sandália nova" - parte II&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Continuação, ou 'começo'...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A primeira parte desse assunto só passou por aqui para elucidá-los sobre os momentos que antecederam o fato mais torpe desse dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo estando satisfeita com meu desempenho na primeira entrevista, decidi por confiar, mais uma vez, no meu senso prático e tentar garantir a segunda oportunidade como mais uma opção. Por isso, fui até o local marcado. Chegando lá, a decepção. Um 'estabelecimento' com instalações totalmente inadequadas para qualquer tipo de atividade e com funcionários com qualificação para ostentar e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na recepção, alguém que deveria ter a função de orientar os que chegam, limitou-se ao exercício de ligar para namorado e parentes e de observar o visual dos que estavam marcados para a entrevista. "Ela também deve ter sido contratada para isso." - ironicamente, pensei. Pelo fato de estar sozinha, com muito tempo para esperar e lembrando que, infelizmente, algumas vezes, julgo as pessoas sem, realmente, conhecê-las, resolvi tentar interagir com a recepcionista... Pois, o que recebi foi um olhar de superioridade e 'respostas entre os dentes'. “Ah, tudo bem, coitada, deve ter problemas.” – compreensiva, refleti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuava sozinha do lado da sala em que a entrevista ia acontecer, até que saíram duas mulheres da sala e uma delas perguntou: " - Seu nome é Cátia?” " - Não, não é.” - respondi. " - Então, o que você está esperando?” " - Ah, eu tenho uma entrevista marcada para 14:00h.” As duas se olharam e começaram a rir, descaradamente, e disseram: " - Nossa, a entrevista é daqui a uma hora e meia e ela já está aqui... Que desespero! Porque você chegou tão cedo, assim?" " - Não é a minha vontade ficar aqui por tanto tempo. Mas, eu estou na rua desde cedo fazendo outras coisas e, não sei se você reparou, mas está chovendo bastante...” - repliquei. As duas se olharam e deram aquela 'famosa' risadinha debochada, sabe?! “Pronto, essa vaga eu não conquisto!” – revoltada, pensei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, ainda não acabou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas, não sei se continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-114649740134941826?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114649740134941826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114649740134941826' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114649740134941826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114649740134941826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/04/dominncia-cerebral-de-sandlia-nova_27.html' title='&quot;Dominância cerebral de sandália nova&quot; - Parte II'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114575770181909175</id><published>2006-04-21T20:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:18:51.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dominância cerebral de sandália nova" - Parte I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dominância cerebral de sandália nova" - parte I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;À procura de um estágio, nessa última semana, fui a algumas entrevistas. Mais especificamente, na 2ª feira, dia 17, tive uma pela manhã e outra à tarde. Acordei muito cedo e, mesmo com o tempo chuvoso, teimei em usar uma sandália nova, que não havia usado, nem mesmo no verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei, exatamente, no horário marcado para a entrevista. Então, pensei estar com sorte, já que, atualmente, pontualidade não tem sido fato em meu cotidiano. Durante o teste de "Dominância Cerebral" (nossa, que fuerte!), olhei pela janela e vi chuva, muita chuva. Não sei por que, mas naquele momento, não me importei em estar sem proteção contra ela, de ônibus e com a tal sandália nova. Ótimo. O teste terminou e eu estava mais confiante do que achei que ficaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saí do prédio, ainda "anestesiada". Pois é, foi assim que me senti depois dos exames. Distraída, e tentando, sem sucesso, não me molhar tanto, comecei a andar pela rua, sabendo para onde ir, mas sem saber que trajeto seguir. "Um ônibus para Niterói. Não, um ônibus para o Centro do Rio! Ainda falta a entrevista da tarde." - pensei. Perdida na Zona Sul e minha sandália nova toda manchada de azul! A ira começa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter pisado em poças e poças de água, de ter pegado (acostume-se, esta é a conjugação correta) o ônibus errado, e, por fim, chegado ao local da entrevista, percebi que ainda faltavam duas longas horas, para o "bendito" interrogatório e para os testes de dominância do meu cérebro e, perguntas sobre minha vida pessoal e minhas escolhas e, observação dos meus gestos... "É, definitivamente, esse não é o meu dia" - novamente, pensei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&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/26061308-114575770181909175?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114575770181909175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114575770181909175' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114575770181909175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114575770181909175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/04/dominncia-cerebral-de-sandlia-nova.html' title='&quot;Dominância cerebral de sandália nova&quot; - Parte I'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114553664001567089</id><published>2006-04-20T09:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:11:11.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia no Outono...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um dia no outono...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/Untitled-1.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/320/Untitled-1.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1556/2728/1600/outono.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Lindo, lindo... Um dia típico de Outono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O céu todinho azul e a temperatura, ideal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deu vontade de andar... Vou para a faculdade pela praia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim, o dia vai ser bem melhor e mais rico e mais bonito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossa, como é bom viver esse dia lindo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/26061308-114553664001567089?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114553664001567089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114553664001567089' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114553664001567089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114553664001567089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/04/um-dia-no-outono.html' title='Um dia no Outono...'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114519155568499345</id><published>2006-04-12T08:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:12:51.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dia '2' encontros"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia '2' encontros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Continuação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;" - Filha acorda! A gente ainda tem de se arrumar&lt;/span&gt;. Vá rápido. Não quero me atrasar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - Mãe, será que vai chover? O tempo tá esquisito." " - Vai não, minha filha. Pode ir de vestido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mila, já tomou café? Tem pão, queijo, iogurte... O que você quer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rápido Camila! O ônibus tá vindo! É, né, eu aqui correndo e você fica rindo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cidade é pequena. Um conhecido aqui, outro ali... Gente que há pouco, vi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - Vai ver seu pai agora?" " - Acho que sim. Vou decidir quando chegar lá fora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe já vou! Você me liga pra falar que a sessão com o médico acabou..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cidade é pequena. Um conhecido aqui, outro ali... Gente que há pouco, vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - Camila, Quanto tempo!" "Oi tia! É mesmo, desde aquele evento..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - Seu pai não mais está." " - Ah, não acredito! Então tia, tô indo lá..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - Alô, mãe já acabou? Tá. Então me espera que eu já vou."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - Oi prima, que saudade! Vou dormir lá hoje. Aproveitar que estou na cidade..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; - Férias da faculdade, prima?" " - Que nada, é uma semana e 'põe as mãos pra cima'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cidade é pequena. um conhecido aqui, outro ali... Gente que há pouco, vi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - Tia, que comida boa! Ah, tão bom ficar assim: à toa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - Boa Noite Vivi. Continua vendo o Incrível Hulk, aí!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-114519155568499345?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114519155568499345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114519155568499345' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114519155568499345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114519155568499345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/04/dia-2-encontros.html' title='&quot;Dia &apos;2&apos; encontros&quot;'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114515245832730880</id><published>2006-04-11T18:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:18:03.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia "1" pouco agitado... "Saindo daqui, chegando lá..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dia '1' pouco agitado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Camila sai de "férias", mas sabe que já, já tem que voltar. Sabe como é, a faculdade não é particular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camila arruma a mala: sandálias e sapatos, camisetas e casacos... Mamãe liga e diz: " - Traga o guarda-chuva! Tem que se prevenir! Afinal, a que horas vai subir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O telefone toca. A chamada é à cobrar. " - Mãe peguei o ônibus das 16h. Mas houve acidente na Serra e eu devo demorar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rodoviária é nova. Camila chega e começa a admirar. " - Mãe, está tudo bem! Acabei de chegar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na fila do ônibus Camila analisa a rodoviária... "Gostei da Arquitetura. Muito bonita! Nossa, olha ali uma amiga!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trajeto é novo: Via BR-040... Quarenta e cinco minutos depois... " - Mãe, cheguei!" " - Vem minha filha, entra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá bonita, Mila. Engordou um 'pouquim'... Mas tá bem assim!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" - Mãe, e comida, tem?" " - Que bom né, filha... Tá comendo bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem, vamos dormir. Você precisa descansar... Amanhã você acaba de contar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-114515245832730880?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114515245832730880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114515245832730880' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114515245832730880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114515245832730880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/04/dia-1-pouco-agitado-saindo-daqui.html' title='Dia &quot;1&quot; pouco agitado... &quot;Saindo daqui, chegando lá...&quot;'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26061308.post-114511144115886855</id><published>2006-03-04T09:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T18:17:37.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É cultura do Pará, mas carioca "Quer dançar, quer dançar..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É cultura do Pará, mas carioca &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"quer dançar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quer dançar..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O funk carioca surgiu nas periferias e vem conquistando espaço até entre os jovens das áreas nobres da cidade do Rio. Dançar ao som do "Bonde do Tigrão", para muitos, já não é mais vulgar. Tem gente que curte o ritmo, tem gente que gosta das letras (mesmo que não correspondam com a sua realidade), tem gente que vai ao baile pra ser diferente, tem gente que diz que não gosta, mas sabe o refrão, e tem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;também aqueles que respeitam, mas, definitivamente, não gostam (como é o meu caso). Ah, "rola" de tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo, surgiu aí uma banda lá do Norte, com o nome de um ritmo caribenho, que além de ocupar o espaço na mídia, nesses "pogramas" de auditório, vem agradando o povo carioca. Banda Calypso. Esse é o nome da banda da Joelma e do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chimbinha (coisa mais brega!). O que é aquela voz? Aquele figurino? E a dança frenética? Tá louco, é ruim demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá certo. O Rio tá cheio de nortistas. Para eles que estão longe da sua cultura, do seu povo, assistir ao show de uma banda conterrânea, pode ser uma maneira de recordar, de se sentir menos distante de suas origens. Mas, ver "carioca da gema", dançando ao ritmo do Calypso, organizando fã clube, criando comunidade "Eu amo Banda Calypso", no Orkut, pedindo "A Lua Me Traiu", na "FM O Dia", mãe colocando a filhinha em concurso "Joelminha"... Ah, não. Isso é demais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você, lendo esse comentário, pode estar pensando: "Ah, cada um ouve o que quer..." ou então, "As classes mais pobres são as que tem menos acesso à cultura e, conseqüentemente, as mais influenciáveis..." Pois é, eu concordo que para os menos favorecidos, uma merda repetida milhares de vezes, torna-se uma referência de qualidade, uma vez que, eles não têm acesso à outros parâmetros. Mas aí fica uma questão: "Como explicar que um morador de uma comunidade carente, desempregado, com todos os requisitos para ser um pagodeiro, seja um colecionador de discos de vinil do Pink Floyd, Jethro Tull, Rush e afins?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26061308-114511144115886855?l=criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/feeds/114511144115886855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26061308&amp;postID=114511144115886855' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114511144115886855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26061308/posts/default/114511144115886855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticasedevaneios.blogspot.com/2006/03/cultura-do-par-mas-carioca-quer-danar.html' title='É cultura do Pará, mas carioca &quot;Quer dançar, quer dançar...&quot;'/><author><name>Camila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16340146315410381574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
