<?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-3297924999515379703</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:14:02.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANÇÃO AO VENTO</title><subtitle type='html'>Comece em você a mudança que deseja ver no mundo - Mahatma Ghandi</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1388676729187198897</id><published>2011-03-09T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T04:42:51.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnavalizando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BSWeg5EjH6E/TXd1vIbZYKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VnB1do-NVwM/s1600/carnaval.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BSWeg5EjH6E/TXd1vIbZYKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/VnB1do-NVwM/s320/carnaval.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E o Carnaval brasileiro continua como sempre, apesar das suas mudanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje carnaval é pra elite, o abadá é bem caro, assistir ao desfile das escola de samba do grupo especial então, nem se fala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo assim, carnaval brasileiro ainda é sinônimo de boa música, ou &lt;strike&gt;brazilian music&lt;/strike&gt; pra alguns, tempo de crianças pintadas e fantasiadas, dia de desfile nas cidades do interior com o povo se reencontrando e melhor época para os políticos deitarem e rolarem em seus gabinetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque carnaval, copa e notícias desastrosas tiram o foco do Planalto Central.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Voltemos pois: viva o Carnaval!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-1388676729187198897?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1388676729187198897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1388676729187198897' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-3515807799751597335</id><published>2011-01-02T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T03:49:16.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In [decisão]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/TSBmNX5WOfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RAmYYIhirf0/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/TSBmNX5WOfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/RAmYYIhirf0/s320/5.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Nasci, chorei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;parei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;escrevi, falei, reagi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;percebi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Nunca Desisti!&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/3297924999515379703-3515807799751597335?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3515807799751597335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3515807799751597335' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3515807799751597335'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>Espero um 2011 de paz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voltarei a postar mais vezes e agradeço pelos seguidores e seus maravilhosos comentários sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-3736682888093833520?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3736682888093833520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3736682888093833520' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3736682888093833520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3736682888093833520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-5286798222188903835</id><published>2010-04-11T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:55:43.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reciclagem</title><content type='html'>"Comece em você a mudança que deseja ver no mundo", Mahatma Ghandi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-5286798222188903835?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5286798222188903835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=5286798222188903835' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5286798222188903835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5286798222188903835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2010/04/reciclagem.html' title='Reciclagem'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-8844570700316418921</id><published>2010-01-31T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:16:18.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tô de mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eliteazulebranca.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/mudanca11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 472px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.eliteazulebranca.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/mudanca11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mude, mas comece devagar,porque a direção é mais importanteque a velocidade.Sente-se em outra cadeira,no outro lado da mesa.Mais tarde, mude de mesa.Quando sair,procure andar pelo outro lado da rua.Depois, mude de caminho,ande por outras ruas,calmamente,observando com atençãoos lugares por ondevocê passa.Tome outros ônibus.Mude por uns tempos o estilo das roupas.Dê os teus sapatos velhos.Procure andar descalço alguns dias.Tire uma tarde inteirapara passear livremente na praia,ou no parque,e ouvir o canto dos passarinhos.Veja o mundo de outras perspectivas.Abra e feche as gavetase portas com a mão esquerda.Durma no outro lado da cama...depois, procure dormir em outras camas.Assista a outros programas de tv,compre outros jornais...leia outros livros,Viva outros romances.Não faça do hábito um estilo de vida.Ame a novidade.Durma mais tarde.Durma mais cedo.Aprenda uma palavra nova por dianuma outra língua.Corrija a postura.Coma um pouco menos,escolha comidas diferentes,novos temperos, novas cores,novas delícias.Tente o novo todo dia.o novo lado,o novo método,o novo sabor,o novo jeito,o novo prazer,o novo amor.a nova vida.Tente.Busque novos amigos.Tente novos amores.Faça novas relações.Almoce em outros locais,vá a outros restaurantes,tome outro tipo de bebidacompre pão em outra padaria.Almoce mais cedo,jante mais tarde ou vice-versa.Escolha outro mercado...outra marca de sabonete,outro creme dental...tome banho em novos horários.Use canetas de outras cores.Vá passear em outros lugares.Ame muito,cada vez mais,de modos diferentes.Troque de bolsa,de carteira,de malas,troque de carro,compre novos óculos,escreva outras poesias.Jogue os velhos relógios,quebre delicadamenteesses horrorosos despertadores.Vá a outros cinemas,outros cabeleireiros,outros teatros,visite novos museus.Se você não encontrar razões para ser livre,invente-as.Seja criativo.E aproveite para fazer uma viagemdespretensiosa,longa, se possível sem destino.Experimente coisas novas.Troque novamente.Mude, de novo.Experimente outra vez.Você certamente conhecerá coisas melhorese coisas piores do que as já conhecidas,mas não é isso o que importa.O mais importante é a mudança,o movimento,o dinamismo,a energia.Só o que está morto não muda !Repito por pura alegria de viver:a salvação é pelo risco, sem o qual a vida nãovale a pena!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarisse_Lispector/"&gt;Clarisse Lispector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-8844570700316418921?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8844570700316418921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=8844570700316418921' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8844570700316418921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8844570700316418921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-de-mudanca.html' title='Tô de mudança'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-2122362982593334623</id><published>2010-01-31T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:12:12.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(In) Finitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fu2re.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/infinito-736592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 455px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fu2re.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/infinito-736592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se fôssemos infinitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo mudaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como somos finitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito permanece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Bertold_Brecht/"&gt;Bertold Brecht&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-2122362982593334623?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2122362982593334623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=2122362982593334623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2122362982593334623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2122362982593334623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-finitude.html' title='(In) Finitude'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1742207389341618891</id><published>2009-03-10T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:53:18.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Convencer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs5/i/2005/118/f/f/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 569px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 410px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs5/i/2005/118/f/f/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É sombra, o que foi luz;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio, o que foi multidão;&lt;br /&gt;Vazio, o que foi opinião;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem foi que disse&lt;br /&gt;que sombra, multidão&lt;br /&gt;e vazio não são bons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por isso,&lt;br /&gt;agradeço a você [dessa singela maneira] pela&lt;br /&gt;sombra da tranquilidade,&lt;br /&gt;pelo silêncio da meditação e&lt;br /&gt;pelo vazio da mente&lt;br /&gt;que se abre a novos horizontes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica minha homenagem&lt;br /&gt;aos cinco bons anos de vivência&lt;br /&gt;[e convivência] na faculdade de&lt;br /&gt;Direito da Puc Campinas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-1742207389341618891?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1742207389341618891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1742207389341618891' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1742207389341618891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1742207389341618891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2009/03/vencer.html' title='Convencer'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-8050577379289709021</id><published>2008-12-27T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:17:02.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser</title><content type='html'>Não sou boa com números. Com frases-feitas. E com morais de história. Gosto do que me tira o fôlego. Venero o improvável. Almejo o quase impossível. Meu coração é livre, mesmo amando tanto. Tenho um ritmo que me complica. Uma vontade que não passa. Uma palavra que nunca dorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quer um bom desafio? Experimente gostar de mim. Não sou fácil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não coleciono inimigos. Quase nunca estou pra ninguém. Mudo de humor conforme a lua. Me irrito fácil. Me desinteresso à toa. Tenho o desassossego dentro da bolsa. E um par de asas que nunca deixo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Às vezes, quando é tarde da noite, eu viajo. E - sem saber - busco respostas que não encontro aqui. Ontem, eu perdi um sonho. E acordei chorando, logo eu que adoro sorrir... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas não tem nada, não. Bonito mesmo é essa coisa da vida: um dia, quando menos se espera, a gente se supera. E chega mais perto de ser quem - na verdade - a gente é.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-8050577379289709021?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8050577379289709021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=8050577379289709021' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8050577379289709021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8050577379289709021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/12/ser.html' title='Ser'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-8645153450783290607</id><published>2008-08-05T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T06:10:21.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.observatoriodoalgarve.com/cna/Images%5Cprisao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.observatoriodoalgarve.com/cna/Images%5Cprisao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Além desse portão, havia o mundo luminoso da liberdade. E, de dentro, aquele mundo nos parecia como um conto de fadas, como uma miragem. O nosso mundo nada tinha de análogo com esse outro: eram leis, costumes, hábitos característicos, uma casa morta-viva, uma vida à parte de homens à parte. E é esse recanto que desejo descrever".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Fiódor Mikháilovitch Dostoiéviski in &lt;em&gt;Recordações da Casa dos Mortos&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/3297924999515379703-8645153450783290607?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8645153450783290607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=8645153450783290607' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8645153450783290607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8645153450783290607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/08/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1974014113159270612</id><published>2008-07-15T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:23:49.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://barbferreira.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://barbferreira.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/alma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Você Virgo,&lt;br /&gt;eu Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;Você desorganizada,&lt;br /&gt;eu indecisa ['indecisão' não me agrada];&lt;br /&gt;Você Leão,&lt;br /&gt;eu Sagitário e Tigre.&lt;br /&gt;Você Branca,&lt;br /&gt;eu Neguinha.&lt;br /&gt;Você 35,&lt;br /&gt;Eu 21.&lt;br /&gt;Você 'Elvis',&lt;br /&gt;Eu 'Tom'.&lt;br /&gt;Você laranja,&lt;br /&gt;não gosto de laranja [só em você].&lt;br /&gt;Você Manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Eu Noite.&lt;br /&gt;Você Saúde,&lt;br /&gt;Eu Papéis.&lt;br /&gt;Você e seu time,&lt;br /&gt;Eu e minha Paixão!&lt;br /&gt;Você escuta, eu falo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu escuto,&lt;br /&gt;Você odeia trânsito.&lt;br /&gt;Dói em você,&lt;br /&gt;Dói aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Você e as piadas [infames],&lt;br /&gt;Eu e a poesia [íntima].&lt;br /&gt;As fotos e nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Frases e nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Risos e nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Calor e nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Entre mim e você [nada].&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você.&lt;br /&gt;Nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Alguns nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[De Mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Pra Você]&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/3297924999515379703-1974014113159270612?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1974014113159270612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1974014113159270612' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1974014113159270612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1974014113159270612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/07/veja-bem-eu-bem.html' title='Olhar.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-3795995849562973440</id><published>2008-07-15T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:28:47.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fala-me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://leituracomentada.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/anjo-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://leituracomentada.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/anjo-copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://leituracomentada.files.wordpress.com/2007/09/anjo-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Ora (direis) ouvir estrelas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Certo Perdeste o senso!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu vos direi, no entanto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que, para ouvi-las, muita vez desperto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E abro as janelas, pálido de espanto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E conversamos toda a noite, enquanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Via Láctea, como um pálio aberto, Cintila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E, ao vir do sol, saudoso e em pranto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Inda as procuro pelo céu deserto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Direis agora: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Tresloucado amigo! Que conversas com elas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que sentido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tem o que dizem, quando estão contigo?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E eu vos direi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Amai para entendê-las! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pois só quem ama pode ter ouvido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Capaz de ouvir e entender estrelas" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Olavo Bilac - Via Láctea]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-3795995849562973440?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3795995849562973440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3795995849562973440' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3795995849562973440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3795995849562973440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/07/tresloucado.html' title='Fala-me.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-349740824937703605</id><published>2008-07-08T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:09:06.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas Notas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://luzeestilo.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/pena-de-morte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://luzeestilo.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/pena-de-morte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://luzeestilo.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/pena-de-morte.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como a chama de uma vela&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a morte, por acaso haverá dois deuses, um de rosto maternal e outro com rosto de torturador? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ALGUMAS PESSOAS TÊM a felicidade de morrer com a tranqüilidade de uma vela que se apaga repentinamente soprada por uma lufada de vento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ela, a vela, estava segura e feliz, gozando sua chama que fazia o trabalho de luz. E, de repente, não mais que de repente... Não houve agonias nem dores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A chama morreu tranqüila. Como se ela, a morte, fosse uma mãe que coloca a mão sobre os olhos da criança para que ela se entregue ao sono... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acho que foi assim que aconteceu com dona Ruth Cardoso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muitos anos atrás, um repórter perguntou ao então presidente Fernando Henrique: "Como é que o senhor gostaria de morrer?" Ele respondeu: "Dormindo..." Seu desejo se realizou na dona Ruth: ela morreu como se estivesse dormindo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se, por acaso, houver entre meus leitores algum que, para se livrar do medo, deseje fazer amizade com a morte, eu aconselharia a leitura do maravilhoso grande livrinho de Bachelard -"A Chama de uma Vela". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Volto sempre a esse livrinho quando desejo meditar sobre o mistério da minha vida, que também se apagará como a vela. Mas eu tenho medo. Quando eu era jovem, era medo puro. Medo metafísico, do escuro do nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vinicius escreveu o seu poema "O Haver" como um consolo diante da morte. "Resta essa obstinação em não fugir do labirinto / Na busca desesperada de alguma porta quem sabe inexistente / E essa coragem indizível diante do grande medo / E ao mesmo tempo esse terrível medo de renascer dentro da treva..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jovem ainda, minha primeira viagem aos Estados Unidos, eu atravessava a Broadway com um amigo japonês, Kunio Goto. As separações, quaisquer separações, são sempre metáforas da Grande Separação. A saudade dos meus queridos no Brasil era muita e eu falava sobre meu medo de morrer. Ele me ouviu, fez alguns segundos de silêncio e observou: "Já pensou, Rubem, em como seria horrível não morrer?" Essa observação chamou-me à razão, mas não diminuiu o sentimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O medo foi transfigurado pela saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rilke tem um verso que diz: "Quem assim nos fascinou para que tivéssemos um olhar de despedida em tudo o que fazemos?" Imagino que a Cecília se inspirou nas palavras de Rilke ao escrever esse lamento na ode à avó: "Tudo em ti era uma ausência que se demorava; uma despedida pronta a cumprir-se..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas, para outras pessoas, a morte é cruel e sádica. Comporta-se como um torturador que faz o seu trabalho de dor vagarosamente na vítima, que não tem como livrar-se das suas mãos de ferro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não sei que critérios usa a morte para determinar o seu estilo de trabalho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Diante do contraste entre essas duas mortes, as pessoas que não acreditam em Deus sofrem uma dor apenas, a dor da dor. Elas não se perguntam sobre as razões divinas por detrás dessas duas faces da morte que a imaginação cria. Elas simplesmente lamentarão que a vida seja assim irracional e sem cuidados para com os seres humanos, indiferente e ignorante de dores e prazeres. Ninguém é culpado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas o que terão de pensar aqueles que acreditam em Deus, Deus que os teólogos definiram como onipotente e, por isso mesmo, fonte última de tudo o que acontece, inclusive das duas faces da morte? Por acaso haverá dois deuses, um de rosto maternal e outro com rosto de torturador?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[RUBEM ALVES]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-349740824937703605?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/349740824937703605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=349740824937703605' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/349740824937703605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/349740824937703605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/07/duas-notas.html' title='Duas Notas.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-4810678549646041181</id><published>2008-07-07T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T05:56:47.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faz Bem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.falhanossa.com/ErroPropag_FNJBGra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.falhanossa.com/ErroPropag_FNJBGra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acho a maior graça... "Tomate previne isso, cebola previne aquilo, chocolate faz bem, chocolate faz mal, um cálice diário de vinho não tem problema, qualquer gole de álcool é nocivo, tome água em abundância, mas não exagere..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Diante desta profusão de descobertas, acho mais seguro não mudar de hábitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sei direitinho o que faz bem e o que faz mal pra minha saúde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prazer faz muito bem. Dormir me deixa 0 km. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ler um bom livro faz-me sentir novo em folha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viajar me deixa tenso antes de embarcar, mas depois rejuvenesço uns cinco anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viagens aéreas não me incham as pernas; incham-me o cérebro, volto cheio de idéias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brigar me provoca arritmia cardíaca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ver pessoas tendo acessos de estupidez me embrulha o estômago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Testemunhar gente jogando lata de cerveja pela janela do carro me faz perder toda a fé no ser humano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E telejornais... os médicos deveriam proibir - como doem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caminhar faz bem, dançar faz bem, ficar em silêncio quando uma discussão está pegando fogo, faz muito bem; você exercita o autocontrole e ainda acorda no outro dia sem se sentir arrependido de nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acordar de manhã arrependido do que disse ou do que fez ontem à noite é prejudicial à saúde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E passar o resto do dia sem coragem para pedir desculpas, pior ainda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ir ao cinema, conseguir um lugar central nas fileiras do fundo, não ter ninguém atrapalhando sua visão, nenhum celular tocando e o filme ser espetacular, uau! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cinema é melhor pra saúde do que pipoca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conversa é melhor do que piada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Exercício é melhor do que cirurgia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Humor é melhor do que rancor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amigos são melhores do que gente influente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Economia é melhor do que dívida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pergunta é melhor do que dúvida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sonhar é melhor do que nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[texto de Luís Fernando Veríssimo]&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/3297924999515379703-4810678549646041181?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4810678549646041181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=4810678549646041181' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/4810678549646041181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/4810678549646041181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/07/faz-bem.html' title='Faz Bem.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1945091317982504700</id><published>2008-07-01T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:45:19.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1986.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tacianadoria.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/antigo01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tacianadoria.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/antigo01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Você se lembra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De ficar deitado no sofá assistindo o Chaves e Chapolin e quase chorou quando o Chaves ficou sozinho na Vila depois que todos vão para Acapulco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Odiava ou adorava as provas com cheiro de álcool, recém copiadas no mimiógrafo (usando papel extencil)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Não ia pra escola no dia do seu aniversário com medo de levar um ovo (ou vários) na cabeça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brincava de 'Estátua', 'Queimada', 'Pega-pega', 'Pique-esconde', 'Estrela Nova Cela', 'Forca', 'Cabra-cega', 'Passa Anel', 'Boca de Forno', 'Amarelinha' e 'STOP' (Uéééésstopêêêêê!!!)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dançava lambada do Sidney Magal ou do Beto Barbosa? Ou corria pra dançar quando escutava a música "Chorando se foi, quem um dia só me fez choraaaar..."?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pulava corda com aquela musiquinha: 'Um homem bateu em minha porta e eu abri, senhoras e senhores, ponham a mão no chão'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nascimento: 1986!!!!&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/3297924999515379703-1945091317982504700?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1945091317982504700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1945091317982504700' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1945091317982504700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1945091317982504700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/07/1986.html' title='1986.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-5761733349009044309</id><published>2008-06-27T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:01:44.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Gusta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hellayu.com/loja/images/batom-preto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hellayu.com/loja/images/batom-preto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poesia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;arte;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;beijo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cabelo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sexo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;conversa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;novos amigos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;velhos amigos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;abacaxi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;limão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mãe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Direito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cinema;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;teatro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;coisa velha;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;elogio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;crítica construtiva;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;blog;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;textos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dança;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cor-de-rosa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;estrela;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tatuagem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;salto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;saia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;História;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aprendizagem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;escrever;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ler;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;falar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;criança;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eliana;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;truco;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tomate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tom;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Vida!!!!&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/3297924999515379703-5761733349009044309?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5761733349009044309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=5761733349009044309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5761733349009044309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5761733349009044309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-gusta.html' title='Me Gusta.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-4217012504412882677</id><published>2008-06-17T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:20:14.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba pra distrair, Crime pra comentar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://acertodecontas.blog.br/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/mae_chora_rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://acertodecontas.blog.br/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/mae_chora_rio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Exército pede desculpas a mães de jovens mortos no Rio&lt;br /&gt;Folha de São Paulo, Ter, 17 Jun, 01h05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Parentes dos três jovens do Morro da Providência encontrados mortos no fim de semana ouviram hoje do general Mauro César Lorena Cid, comandante da 9.ª Brigada de Infantaria, o primeiro pedido de desculpas formal do Exército. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acompanhadas de advogados, as mães das vítimas foram até o Ministério Público Estadual para ter acesso ao inquérito e formalizaram uma denúncia contra a União sob a acusação de triplo homicídio qualificado.&lt;br /&gt;O general Mauro César Lorena Cid anunciou, em reunião com líderes da comunidade, no centro da capital fluminense, que o ministro da Defesa, Nelson Jobim, e integrantes do alto escalão do Exército estão a caminho do Rio para decidir sobre a eventual permanência das Forças Armadas na comunidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Segundo líderes comunitários, as obras do projeto Cimento Social no morro deverão ser retomadas até quinta-feira, mas só continuariam após a retirada das tropas.&lt;br /&gt;O Centro de Comunicação Social do Exército divulgou ontem uma nota informando que o Comando Militar do Leste determinou a abertura de inquérito para investigar a atuação de militares na Região do Morro da Providência, na cidade do Rio de Janeiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De acordo com informações publicadas hoje, 11 militares são acusados de terem "vendido" três jovens a traficantes de favela rival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;O Exército esclarece que participa de uma "ação subsidiária" na área que tem por base acordo entre os ministérios de Cidades e Defesa.&lt;br /&gt;O Exército divulgou que repudia qualquer ação ilegal praticada por militares. "Assim, o Comando Militar do Leste determinou a instauração de Inquérito Policial Militar, instrumento jurídico competente, para apuração rigorosa dos fatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alguns militares encontram-se à disposição da Justiça, para fim de investigação." A nota conclui afirmando que "o Exército está comprometido com os superiores interesses e as aspirações da sociedade brasileira." &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/3297924999515379703-4217012504412882677?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4217012504412882677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=4217012504412882677' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/4217012504412882677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/4217012504412882677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/06/vida-como-ela.html' title='Samba pra distrair, Crime pra comentar.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-7651858208822206575</id><published>2008-06-13T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:46:24.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polivox.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.audiorama.com.br/polyvox/polyvox_145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.audiorama.com.br/polyvox/polyvox_145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Remix Século Xx&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Calcanhotto&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Adriana Calcanhoto / Waly Salomão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armar um tabuleiro de palavras-souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;Apanhe e leve algumas palavras como souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;Faça você mesmo seu micro tabuleiro enquanto jogo lingüístico.&lt;br /&gt;Babilaque, pop, chinfra, tropicália, parangolé,&lt;br /&gt;beatnick, vietcong, bolchevique, technicolor,&lt;br /&gt;biquini, pagode, axé, mambo, rádio, cibernética;&lt;br /&gt;Celular, automóvel, buceta, favela, lisérgico,&lt;br /&gt;maconha, ninfeta, megafone, microfone, clone,&lt;br /&gt;sonar, sputinik, dada;Sagarana, estéreo,&lt;br /&gt;subdesenvolvimento, existencialismo, fórmica,&lt;br /&gt;arroba,antiquarios, motossera, mega sena;&lt;br /&gt;Cubofuturismo, biopirataria, dodecafônico, polifônico,&lt;br /&gt;Naviloca,&lt;br /&gt;polivox, polivox, polivox, polivox.&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/3297924999515379703-7651858208822206575?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7651858208822206575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=7651858208822206575' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7651858208822206575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7651858208822206575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/06/polivox.html' title='Polivox.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-343879967567670859</id><published>2008-06-10T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:24:53.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.studio-international.co.uk/studio-images/munch/Weeping_Nude_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.studio-international.co.uk/studio-images/munch/Weeping_Nude_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Escrever é procurar entender, é procurar reproduzir o irreproduzível, é sentir até o último fim o sentimento que permaneceria apenas vago e sufocador. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Escrever é também abençoar uma vida que não foi abençoada.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Clarice Lispector]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Weeping Nude', 1913 - Tela de Edward Munch.&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/3297924999515379703-343879967567670859?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/343879967567670859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=343879967567670859' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/343879967567670859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/343879967567670859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='Nua.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-840965000601451307</id><published>2008-06-09T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:44:08.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coletânea Carlos Drummond de Andrade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.netfrases.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/carlos-drummond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.netfrases.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/carlos-drummond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"Escritor: não somente uma certa maneira especial de ver as coisas, senão também uma impossibilidade de as ver de qualquer outra maneira".&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais importante da sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento, houver o mesmo brilho intenso entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando desde o dia em que nasceu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e os olhos se encherem d'água neste momento, perceba: existe algo mágico entre vocês. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se o 1º e o último pensamento do seu dia for essa pessoa, se a vontade de ficar juntos chegar a apertar o coração, agradeça: Algo do céu te mandou um presente divino : O AMOR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se um dia tiverem que pedir perdão umao outro por algum motivo e, em troca, receber um abraço, um sorriso, um afago nos cabelos e os gestos valerem mais que mil palavras, entregue-se: vocês foram feitos um pro outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se por algum motivo você estiver triste, se a vida te deu uma rasteira e a outra pessoa sofrer o seu sofrimento, chorar as suas lágrimas e enxugá-las com ternura, que coisa maravilhosa: você poderá contar com ela em qualquer momento de sua vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se você conseguir, em pensamento, sentir o cheiro da pessoa como se ela estivesse ali do seu lado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se você achar a pessoa maravilhosamente linda,mesmo ela estando de pijamas velhos, chinelos de dedo e cabelos emaranhados... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se você não consegue trabalhar direito o dia todo, ansioso pelo encontro que está marcado para a noite... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se você não consegue imaginar, de maneira nenhuma, um futuro sem a pessoa ao seu lado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se você tiver a certeza que vai ver a outra envelhecendo e, mesmo assim, tiver a convicção que vai continuar sendo louco por ela... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se você preferir fechar os olhos, antes de vera outra partindo: é o amor que chegou na sua vida. Muitas pessoas apaixonam-se muitas vezes na vida, poucas amam ou encontram um amor verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Às vezes encontram e, por não prestarem atenção nesses sinais, deixam o amor passar, sem deixá-lo acontecer verdadeiramente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;É o livre-arbítrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Por isso, preste atenção nos sinais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não deixe que as loucuras do dia-a-dia o deixem cego para a melhor coisa da vida: o AMOR !!!"&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se você sabe explicar o que sente, nao ama, pois o amor foge de todas as explicações possíveis".&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/3297924999515379703-840965000601451307?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/840965000601451307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=840965000601451307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/840965000601451307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/840965000601451307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/06/conceito.html' title='Coletânea Carlos Drummond de Andrade.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-3980007368708404293</id><published>2008-06-09T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:18:28.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://anafilatico.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/cigarro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 468px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://anafilatico.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/cigarro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg193/roder22/casablanca02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ilsa: Toque uma vez, Sam. Pelos bons velhos tempos.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Eu não sei o que você quer dizer, Senhorita Ilsa.&lt;br /&gt;Ilsa: Toque, Sam. Toque "As Time Goes By".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casablanca, 1942.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-3980007368708404293?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3980007368708404293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3980007368708404293' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3980007368708404293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3980007368708404293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/06/casablanca.html' title='Diálogo.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-8497421200998559169</id><published>2008-06-06T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:13:08.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modinha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/2007-11-21-cabaret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/2007-11-21-cabaret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retrato em Branco e Preto&lt;br /&gt;Tom Jobim&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já conheço os passos dessa estrada&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não vai dar em nada&lt;br /&gt;Seus segredos sei de cor&lt;br /&gt;Já conheço as pedras do caminho,&lt;br /&gt;E sei também que ali sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar tanto pior&lt;br /&gt;E o que é que eu posso contra o encanto,&lt;br /&gt;Desse amor que eu nego tanto&lt;br /&gt;Evito tanto e que, no entanto,&lt;br /&gt;Volta sempre a enfeitiçar&lt;br /&gt;Com seus mesmos tristes, velhos fatos,&lt;br /&gt;Que num álbum de retratos&lt;br /&gt;Eu teimo em colecionar&lt;br /&gt;Lá vou eu de novo como um tolo,&lt;br /&gt;Procurar o desconsolo,&lt;br /&gt;Que cansei de conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Novos dias tristes, noites claras,&lt;br /&gt;Versos, cartas, minha cara&lt;br /&gt;Ainda volto a lhe escrever&lt;br /&gt;Pra lhe dizer que isso é pecado,&lt;br /&gt;Eu trago o peito tão marcado&lt;br /&gt;De lembranças do passado e você sabe a razão&lt;br /&gt;Vou colecionar mais um soneto,&lt;br /&gt;Outro retrato em branco e preto&lt;br /&gt;A maltratar meu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-8497421200998559169?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8497421200998559169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=8497421200998559169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8497421200998559169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8497421200998559169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/06/modinha.html' title='Modinha.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1350220042920471836</id><published>2008-06-03T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:54:58.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/287/9/6/I_see_dumb_people_o_O_by_cool_slayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs8/300W/i/2005/287/9/6/I_see_dumb_people_o_O_by_cool_slayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre odiei o que a maioria das pessoas fazem com os seus MSN's.&lt;br /&gt;Não estou falando desta vez dos emoticons insuportáveis que transformaram a leitura em um jogo de decodificação, mas as declarações de amor, saudades, empolgação traduzidas através do nick.&lt;br /&gt;O espaço 'nome' foi criado pela Microsoft para que você digite O NOME que lhe foi dado no batismo. Assim seus amigos aparecem de forma ordenada e você não tem que ficar clicando em cima dos mesmos pra descobrir que 'Vendo Abadá do Chiclete e Ivete' é na verdade Tiago Carvalho, ou 'Ainda te amo Pedro Henrique' é o MSN de Marcela Cordeiro. Mas a melhor parte da brincadeira é que normalmente o nick diz muito sobre o estado de espírito e perfil da pessoa. Portanto, toda vez que você encontrar um nick desses por aí, pare para analisar que você já saberá tudo sobre a pessoa...&lt;br /&gt;'A-M-I-G-A-S o fim de semana foi perfeito!!!' acabou de entrar. Essa com certeza, assim como as amigas piriguetes (perigosas), terminou o namoro e está encalhadona. Uma semana antes estava com o nick 'O fim de semana promete'. Quer mostrar pro ex e pros peguetes (perigosos) que tem vida própria, mas a única coisa que fez no fim de semana foi encher o rabo de Balalaika, Baikal e Velho Barreiro e beijar umas bocas repetidas.&lt;br /&gt;O pior é que você conhece o casal e está no meio desse 'tiroteio', já que o ex dela é também conhecido seu, entra com o nick 'Hoje tem mais balada!', tentando impressionar seus amigos e amigas e as novas presas de sua mira, de que sua vida está mais do que movimentada, além de tentar fazer raiva na ex.&lt;br /&gt;'Polly em NY' acabou de entrar. Essa com certeza quer que todos saibam que ela está em uma viagem bacana. Tanto que em breve colocará uma foto da 5ª Avenida no Orkut com a legenda 'Eu em Nova York'. Por que ninguém bota no Orkut foto de uma viagem feita a Praia-Grande - SP ?&lt;br /&gt;'Quando Deus te desenhou ele tava namorando' acabou de entrar. Essa pessoa provavelmente não tem nenhuma criatividade, gosto musical e interesse por cultura. Só ouve o que está na moda e mais tocada nas paradas de sucesso. Normalmente coloca trechos como 'Diga que valeuuu' ou 'O Asa Arreia' na época do carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;Por que a vida faz isso comigo?' acabou de entrar. Quando essa pessoa entrar bloqueie imediatamente. Está depressiva porque tomou um pé na bunda e irá te chamar pra ficar falando sobre o ex.&lt;br /&gt;' Maria Paula ocupada prá c** ' acabou de entrar. Se está ocupada prá c**, por que entrou cara-pálida? Sempre que vir uma pessoa dessas entrar, puxe papo só pra resenhar; ela não vai resistir à janelinha azul piscando na telinha e vai mandar o trabalho pro espaço. Com certeza.&lt;br /&gt;'Paulão, quero você acima de tudo' acabou de entrar. Se ama compre um apartamento e vá morar com ele. Uma dica: Mulher adora disputar com as amigas. Quanto mais você mostrar que o tal do Paulão é tudo de bom, maiores são as chances de você ter o olho furado pelas sua amigas piriguetes (perigosas).&lt;br /&gt;'Marizinha no banho' acabou de entrar. Essa não consegue mais desgrudar do MSN. Até quando vai beber água troca seu nick para 'Marizinha bebendo água'. Ganhou do pai um laptop pra usar enquanto estiver no banheiro, mas nunca tem coragem de colocar o nick 'Marizinha matriculando o moleque na natação'.&lt;br /&gt;' &lt; . ººº&lt; . ººº&lt; / @ e $ $ ! - @ &gt;ªªª . &gt;ªªª &gt;' acabou de entrar. Essa aí acha que seu nome é o Código da Vinci pronto a ser decodificado. Cuidado ao conversar: ela pode dizer 'q vc eh mtu déixxx, q gosta di vc mtuXXX, ti mandá um bjuXX'.&lt;br /&gt;'Galinha que persegue pato morre afogada' acabou de entrar. Essa ai tomou um zig e está doida pra dar uma coça na piriguete que tá dando em cima do seu ex. Quando está de bem com a vida, costuma usar outros nicks-provérbios de Dalai Lama, Lair de Souza e cia.&lt;br /&gt;'VENDO ingressos para a Chopada, Camarote Vivo Festival de Verão, ABADÁ DO EVA, Bonfim Light, bate-volta da vaquejada de Serrinha e LP' acabou de entrar. Essa pessoa está desesperada pra ganhar um dinheiro extra e acha que a janelinha de 200 x 115 pixels que sobe no meu computador é espaço publicitário.&lt;br /&gt;'Me pegue pelos cabelos, sinta meu cheiro, me jogue pelo ar, me leve pro seu banheiro...' acabou de entrar. Sempre usa um provérbio, trecho de música ou nick sedutores. Adora usar trechos de funk ou pagode com duplo sentido. Está há 6 meses sem dar um tapa na macaca e está doida prá arrumar alguém pra fazer o servicinho.&lt;br /&gt;'Danny Bananinha' acabou de entrar. Quer de qualquer jeito emplacar um apelido para si própria, mas todos insistem em lhe chamar de Melecão, sua alcunha de escola. Adora se comparar a celebridades gostosas, botar fotos tiradas por si mesma no espelho com os peitos saindo da blusa rosa. Quer ser famosa. Mas não chegará nem a figurante do Linha Direta.&lt;br /&gt;Bom é isso, se quiserem escrever alguma mensagem, declaração ou qualquer coisa do tipo, tem o campo certo em opções 'digitem uma mensagem pessoal para que seus contatos a vejam' ou melhor, fica bem embaixo do campo do nome!! Vamos facilitar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Arnaldo Jabor)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-1350220042920471836?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1350220042920471836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1350220042920471836' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1350220042920471836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1350220042920471836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/06/msn.html' title='MSN'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-532985241822226935</id><published>2008-06-03T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:33:40.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Girlfriends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/SEVIH5LJY0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/EI4s2XUxEXo/s1600-h/tl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207647844567704386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/SEVIH5LJY0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/EI4s2XUxEXo/s320/tl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec - 1864 to 1901.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-532985241822226935?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/532985241822226935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=532985241822226935' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/532985241822226935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/532985241822226935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-girlfriends.html' title='The Two Girlfriends.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/SEVIH5LJY0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/EI4s2XUxEXo/s72-c/tl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-3634418085195806330</id><published>2008-06-03T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:27:19.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao Vivo no Estúdio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cgfa.dotsrc.org/dali/dali16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cgfa.dotsrc.org/dali/dali16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"E a gente caminhando de mão dada&lt;br /&gt;de qualquer maneira&lt;br /&gt;eu quero que esse momento dure a vida inteira e&lt;br /&gt;além da vida ainda de manhã no outro dia&lt;br /&gt;se for eu e você&lt;br /&gt;se assim acontecer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Arnaldo Antunes]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Tela de Salvador Dalí, &lt;em&gt;Leda Atómica&lt;/em&gt;, 1949. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-3634418085195806330?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3634418085195806330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3634418085195806330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3634418085195806330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3634418085195806330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/06/ao-vivo-no-estdio.html' title='Ao Vivo no Estúdio.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-7306582548086509304</id><published>2008-05-29T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:14:55.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passagem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://troll-urbano.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/dor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://troll-urbano.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/dor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://troll-urbano.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/dor.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A criatividade e a descoberta são geradas na dor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Quando Nietzsche Chorou - p. 179]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-7306582548086509304?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7306582548086509304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=7306582548086509304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7306582548086509304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7306582548086509304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/05/passagem.html' title='Passagem.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-7241409295930567320</id><published>2008-05-21T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:07:13.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Frase.</title><content type='html'>"É necessário ter o caos aqui dentro para gerar uma estrela."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Friedrich Nietzsche]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-7241409295930567320?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7241409295930567320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=7241409295930567320' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7241409295930567320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7241409295930567320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/05/frase.html' title='A Frase.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1561829150641070401</id><published>2008-05-07T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T05:37:34.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de Bossa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.music.bigpond-images.com/images/AlbumCoverArt/346/XXL/Viva-A-Bossa-Nova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.music.bigpond-images.com/images/AlbumCoverArt/346/XXL/Viva-A-Bossa-Nova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor é fogo,&lt;br /&gt;mas também é chuva.&lt;br /&gt;É céu,&lt;br /&gt;E também é terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;É loucura,&lt;br /&gt;Mas também é sanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser penhasco,&lt;br /&gt;Violão,&lt;br /&gt;Verso.&lt;br /&gt;É Tom Jobim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas também pode ser Marisa e Caetano.&lt;br /&gt;É Capital e Interior.&lt;br /&gt;Frio e calor.&lt;br /&gt;Quente,&lt;br /&gt;E também vapor.&lt;br /&gt;É suorpalavraolhar.&lt;br /&gt;É polar e bipolar,&lt;br /&gt;E é algo que não sei bem.&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/3297924999515379703-1561829150641070401?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1561829150641070401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1561829150641070401' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1561829150641070401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1561829150641070401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/05/amor-de-bossa.html' title='Amor de Bossa.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-2977040001955881258</id><published>2008-04-24T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:26:53.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortamento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/SBCM13KIErI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LeqkgdbvTE4/s1600-h/slide+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192805227325559474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/SBCM13KIErI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LeqkgdbvTE4/s320/slide+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;“De tal contexto probatório, resulta clara a inexistência de qualquer justificativa a que se obrigue a apelante a levar a termo uma gravidez que é ABSOLUTAMENTE INVIÁVEL A SOBREVIVÊNCIA DO NASCITURO, EM DETRIMENTO DE SUA SANIDADE PSICOLÓGICA, E ATÉ MESMO FÍSICA, SENDO CERTA A INEXISTÊNCIA DE VIDA HUMANA NA ESPÉCIE, eis que está diante de um ser que somente apresenta outros sinais vitais por sugar as energias e substâncias do corpo materno, e nada mais” (TRIBUNAL DE ALÇADA DE MINAS GERAIS, ap. nº. 219.008-9; por v.u. FOI DADO PROVIMENTO AO APELO DA INTERESSADA E AUTORIZADA A INTERRUPÇÃO DA GRAVIDEZ, em 18.06.1996).&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/3297924999515379703-2977040001955881258?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2977040001955881258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=2977040001955881258' title='34 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2977040001955881258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2977040001955881258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_24.html' title='Abortamento.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/SBCM13KIErI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LeqkgdbvTE4/s72-c/slide+5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-6811699270013989433</id><published>2008-04-17T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:34:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etérea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.orizamartins.com/outono3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.orizamartins.com/outono3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astrosurf.com/astroarte/ceuquinta270605.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Etérea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Diante de ti&lt;br /&gt;diante de mim&lt;br /&gt;Orbitando espaços incandescentes&lt;br /&gt;Corpo sutil envolto em luz que vem de ti&lt;br /&gt;E se dela me ilumino clareio também o teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Por todas as minhas e nossas existências em mundos esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;Trilho os caminhos das fadas nas longínquas civilizações adormecidas&lt;br /&gt;E assim viajo galáxias em torno de mim e em torno de ti&lt;br /&gt;Venho de uma imaginária e lendária era distante de mim&lt;br /&gt;Pois há muito habitei os reinos das fadas em tempos célticos&lt;br /&gt;Mas confesso que em todos os lugares sempre existi&lt;br /&gt;Pois etérea estou e sempre serei&lt;br /&gt;Anjo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Anjo de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Autor Desconhecido] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-6811699270013989433?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6811699270013989433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=6811699270013989433' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/6811699270013989433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/6811699270013989433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/04/etrea.html' title='Etérea.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-2184925995344395079</id><published>2008-04-16T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:55:03.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção.</title><content type='html'>Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta, mesmo que ela não saiba, e que ninguém a tente complicar.&lt;br /&gt;Porque é preciso simplicidade para fazer florescer.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é platéia, e a outra metade é canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferreira Goulart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-2184925995344395079?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2184925995344395079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=2184925995344395079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2184925995344395079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2184925995344395079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/04/cano.html' title='Canção.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-7288637252435804375</id><published>2008-04-16T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T06:38:51.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Síntese Sua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nutrinutri.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/limao-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://nutrinutri.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/limao-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabor, cheiro, branco, agulha, cabelo, visita, mensagens, café, pãozinho, felicidade, saudade, conhecimento, Jung, sobrinhos, amigos, Freud, bagunça, música, polivox, e-mail, você, Carpe Dien, H2O, rosas, bombom, filme, tarde amena, tardes não amenas, batalhar, orientação, Grão de Amor, sexo, limão e amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-7288637252435804375?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7288637252435804375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=7288637252435804375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7288637252435804375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7288637252435804375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/04/sntese-sua.html' title='Síntese Sua.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1773839888665517866</id><published>2008-04-15T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T06:08:26.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.niltonpintoetomcarvalho.com.br/images/plateia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.niltonpintoetomcarvalho.com.br/images/plateia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, cansada e à procura de alguma morfina, sento e cada lágrima é um passaporte para o vazio, me levando ao caos de ser quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;Tantos "eus" e nenhum se adequa, tantos aplausos e minha vontade é de cuspir na platéia, tanto poço sem posso, tanto colo sem cura, tanto medo sem escudo, tantos passos sem caminho, tanto silêncio sem paz, tanta paz sem verdade, tanta verdade sem mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-1773839888665517866?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1773839888665517866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1773839888665517866' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1773839888665517866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1773839888665517866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-47040442402578096</id><published>2008-04-04T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T06:34:13.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é você?</title><content type='html'>Você é a garotinha de Malandragem.&lt;br /&gt;A Mebellene de Jacques Brel.&lt;br /&gt;A Geni de Chico.&lt;br /&gt;A Monalisa de Leonardo da Vinci.&lt;br /&gt;A Luiza de Tom.&lt;br /&gt;A Helena de Maneco.&lt;br /&gt;O Codinome Beija-Flor.&lt;br /&gt;Você é Ana, Rita, Joana, Iracema e Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é só mais uma entre tantas.&lt;br /&gt;A mulher cabeça, desequilibrada, mulher confusa de guerra e de paz do Martinho.&lt;br /&gt;A Tereza de Jorge Ben.&lt;br /&gt;A Julia dos Beatles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-47040442402578096?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/47040442402578096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=47040442402578096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/47040442402578096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/47040442402578096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/04/quem-voc.html' title='Quem é você?'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-586906673165240126</id><published>2008-04-04T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:19:37.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialética.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br/filmes/vinicius/vinicius-poster01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.adorocinemabrasileiro.com.br/filmes/vinicius/vinicius-poster01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iccacultural.com.br/imagens/vinicius.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É claro que a vida é boa&lt;br /&gt;E a alegria, a única indizível emoção&lt;br /&gt;É claro que te acho linda&lt;br /&gt;Em ti bendigo o amor das coisas simples&lt;br /&gt;É claro que te amo&lt;br /&gt;E tenho tudo para ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mas acontece que eu sou triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-586906673165240126?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/586906673165240126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=586906673165240126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/586906673165240126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/586906673165240126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/04/dialtica.html' title='Dialética.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-997028841421825125</id><published>2008-04-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T07:29:13.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Grão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://seremmim.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Relogio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://seremmim.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Relogio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Grão de Amor&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Carlinhos Brown / Marisa Monte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe sim&lt;br /&gt;Mas só se for&lt;br /&gt;Pra ir ali&lt;br /&gt;E pra voltar&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe sim&lt;br /&gt;Meu grão de amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca deixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora as noites são tão longas&lt;br /&gt;No escuro eu penso em te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe só&lt;br /&gt;Até a hora de voltar&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueça sim&lt;br /&gt;Pra não sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Pra não chorar&lt;br /&gt;Pra não sentir&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueça sim&lt;br /&gt;Que eu quero ver&lt;br /&gt;Você tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sem conseguir&lt;br /&gt;A cama agora está tão fria&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Me esqueça sim&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca esqueça o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;É só você que vem&lt;br /&gt;No meu cantar meu bem&lt;br /&gt;É só pensar que vem&lt;br /&gt;Láia laia&lt;br /&gt;Me cobre mil telefonemas&lt;br /&gt;Depois me cubra de paixão&lt;br /&gt;Me pegue bem&lt;br /&gt;Misture alma e coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-997028841421825125?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/997028841421825125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=997028841421825125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/997028841421825125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/997028841421825125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/04/meu-gro.html' title='Meu Grão.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1793904563988176099</id><published>2008-04-02T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:01:18.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Menestrel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog-static.excite.eu/it/blogs/sweet6/share/img/carnevale-venezia-pierrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog-static.excite.eu/it/blogs/sweet6/share/img/carnevale-venezia-pierrot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog-static.excite.eu/it/blogs/sweet6/share/img/carnevale-venezia-pierrot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma. E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se. E que companhia nem sempre significa segurança. Começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos e que presentes não são promessas.Começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.Aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão.Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima se ficar exposto por muito tempo.E aprende que, não importa o quanto você se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam… E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la por isso. Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.Descobre que se leva anos para construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la.&lt;br /&gt;E que você pode fazer coisas em um instante das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida. Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias.E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida, mas quem você tem na vida.E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher.Aprende que não temos de mudar de amigos se compreendemos que os amigos mudam…Percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos. Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida são tomadas de você muito depressa… por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas; pode ser a última vez que as vejamos. Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes têm influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos. Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que pode ser.Descobre que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto.Aprende que não importa onde já chegou, mas para onde está indo… mas, se você não sabe para onde está indo, qualquer caminho serve.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que, ou você controla seus atos, ou eles o controlarão… e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco, ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação, sempre existem, pelo menos, dois lados. Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as conseqüências. Aprende que paciência requer muita prática.Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se. Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou. Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha.Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens…Poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de ser cruel. Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer que ame não significa que esse alguém não o ama com tudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso.Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém...Algumas vezes você tem de aprender a perdoar a si mesmo.Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga, você será em algum momento condenado.Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que você o conserte. Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar.Portanto, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma, em vez de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores.&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que realmente pode suportar… que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais. E que realmente a vida tem valor e que você tem valor diante da vida! Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e nos fazem perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar se não fosse o medo de tentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-1793904563988176099?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1793904563988176099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1793904563988176099' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1793904563988176099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1793904563988176099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-menestrel.html' title='O Menestrel.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-4516502511260817024</id><published>2008-03-28T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:25:07.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida é Bela...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/toque-de-infidelidade/toque-de-infidelidade06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/toque-de-infidelidade/toque-de-infidelidade06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque agora tenho você!&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/3297924999515379703-4516502511260817024?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4516502511260817024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=4516502511260817024' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/4516502511260817024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/4516502511260817024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/03/vida-bela.html' title='A Vida é Bela...'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-7098458973346464517</id><published>2008-03-26T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T05:39:19.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janela indiscreta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tipos.com.br/media/9/20020520-Janela2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tipos.com.br/media/9/20020520-Janela2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tipos.com.br/media/9/20020520-Janela2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ventava lá fora (eu amo vento);&lt;br /&gt;A tarde caía. Adoro céu de fim de tarde;&lt;br /&gt;A temperatura estava fresca;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha uma casinha antiga ao lado;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O espaço é maravilhoso;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha você;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha eu;&lt;br /&gt;E os corpos se amavam;&lt;br /&gt;E os olhares se cruzavam.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-7098458973346464517?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7098458973346464517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=7098458973346464517' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7098458973346464517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7098458973346464517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/03/olho-no-olho.html' title='Janela indiscreta.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-3970391007682438862</id><published>2008-03-25T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T07:28:43.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compreensão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache02.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore01/fotos//96/75/eb/14828_0000p41g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cache02.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore01/fotos//96/75/eb/14828_0000p41g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache02.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore01/fotos//96/75/eb/14828_0000p41g.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"As pessoas grandes aconselharam-me deixar de lado os desenhos de jibóias abertas ou fechadas, e dedicar-me de preferência à geografia, à história, ao cálculo, à gramática. Foi assim que abandonei, aos seis anos, uma esplêndida carreira de pintor. Eu fora desencorajado pelo insucesso do meu desenho número 1 e do meu desenho número 2. As pessoas grandes não compreendem nada sozinhas, e é cansativo, para as crianças, estar toda hora explicando."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Pequeno Príncipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-3970391007682438862?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3970391007682438862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3970391007682438862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3970391007682438862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3970391007682438862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-pequeno-prncipe.html' title='Compreensão.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-5574950090453944240</id><published>2008-03-07T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T11:40:20.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa Noite Vai ter Sol</title><content type='html'>"Tudo está certo, no seu lugar, cumprindo seu destino. E eu me sinto completamente feliz!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cecília Meireles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-5574950090453944240?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5574950090453944240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=5574950090453944240' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5574950090453944240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5574950090453944240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/03/essa-noite-vai-ter-sol.html' title='Essa Noite Vai ter Sol'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1222732344792061226</id><published>2008-02-22T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T05:36:01.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras de um Estranho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Definitivamente... sobre vc! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quisera eu ter essa habilidade constante... das poucas vezes que o fiz, me senti melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Me corrija se eu estiver enganada... mas seria como se a Heloísa externasse impressões e sensações... não para um qualquer, mas sim para a própria Heloísa? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-1222732344792061226?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1222732344792061226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1222732344792061226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1222732344792061226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1222732344792061226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/02/palavras-de-um-estranho.html' title='Palavras de um Estranho'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-8258710079530825434</id><published>2008-02-21T04:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T05:06:10.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde Amena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.icicom.up.pt/blog/muitaletra/arquivos/mexico_29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.icicom.up.pt/blog/muitaletra/arquivos/mexico_29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faz-se amena porque não me esquenta.&lt;br /&gt;Não resfria, nem inspira.&lt;br /&gt;É cinza e divaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto amena,&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro do corpo há um coração,&lt;br /&gt;Que pulsa,&lt;br /&gt;Repulsa,&lt;br /&gt;É tirano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É aprazível a tarde,&lt;br /&gt;E por trás da redoma,&lt;br /&gt;Por trás da lama,&lt;br /&gt;Conserva intacto seu lume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-8258710079530825434?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8258710079530825434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=8258710079530825434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8258710079530825434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8258710079530825434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/02/tarde-amena.html' title='Tarde Amena'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1424180762652127924</id><published>2008-02-12T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:15:40.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensar em você.</title><content type='html'>"Penso em seus olhos fechados, vivo a sensação do seu gosto e viajo na possibilidade de te ter. O desejo de te tocar é tamanho que o que me resta é escrever pra vc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PENSO EM VC!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-1424180762652127924?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1424180762652127924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1424180762652127924' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1424180762652127924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1424180762652127924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/02/pensar-em-voc.html' title='Pensar em você.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-8851103124488662073</id><published>2008-01-27T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T05:03:50.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um belo dia resolvi mudar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.portaldaadministracao.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/mudanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.portaldaadministracao.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/mudanca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cansei dos mesmos amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dos mesmos lugares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;das mesmas discussões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;da mesma quietude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cansei das velhas discussões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dos velhos costumes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;das velhas intrigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e das velhas oposições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quero novidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sarcasmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;conversas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;exposições de arte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ambientes culturais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Paranóia Paranóia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-8851103124488662073?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8851103124488662073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=8851103124488662073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8851103124488662073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8851103124488662073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-belo-dia-resolvi-mudar.html' title='Um belo dia resolvi mudar.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1218790680211211754</id><published>2008-01-15T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:51:59.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensaio sobre a desigualdade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://baixaki.ig.com.br/imagens/wpapers/BXK16049_flor-de-vento800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://baixaki.ig.com.br/imagens/wpapers/BXK16049_flor-de-vento800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então o homem quis fazer arte.&lt;br /&gt;Pegou papel, vidro e fez cartel.&lt;br /&gt;Decidiu separar.&lt;br /&gt;Separou morros e a Quinta Avenida.&lt;br /&gt;Separou os brancos e os rosados.&lt;br /&gt;Foi fazer arte.&lt;br /&gt;Colocou Cristo Redentor no cume.&lt;br /&gt;Entendeu que aquilo fazia parte.&lt;br /&gt;Reforçou sua arte.&lt;br /&gt;E pediu para que ele abençoasse toda aquela arte que não tinha dado tão certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu a faço. Eu provoco a arte.&lt;br /&gt;Pego vidro, tiro o &lt;em&gt;ethyle acetate&lt;/em&gt; e coloco&lt;br /&gt;o solvente universal em seu interior.&lt;br /&gt;Por fora tiro rótulos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora quero areia salgada.&lt;br /&gt;Salgada e colorida.&lt;br /&gt;Um potinho de vidro com muita energia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto só tenho água e resíduos.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, mais um nada na estante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-1218790680211211754?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1218790680211211754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1218790680211211754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1218790680211211754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1218790680211211754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/01/provocao-e-nascimento.html' title='Ensaio sobre a desigualdade.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-6285368711993604318</id><published>2008-01-09T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T05:09:16.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque é Estrela.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revista.agulha.nom.br/olhos%20gritos%20escuro-rita.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.revista.agulha.nom.br/olhos%20gritos%20escuro-rita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Uma figura bastante significativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Assim a entendia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Entendia também que só alguns a carregariam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Era coisa linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gostava de ver e de sentir o cheiro, as formas, as cores, o brilho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Quanto brilho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Guardou consigo, como se guarda um segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Como se guarda no peito um amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Talvez platônico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Viu outras se apagarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Escuridão e o silêncio das estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mas consigo guardava, como se guarda a pétala ganhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E assim a levou por toda a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sempre seguida por ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;E assim sempre levará - espera em seu louco devaneio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-6285368711993604318?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6285368711993604318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=6285368711993604318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/6285368711993604318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/6285368711993604318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2008/01/porque-estrela.html' title='Porque é Estrela.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-713058910450463665</id><published>2007-12-20T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:46:57.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilogia das Cores e Sabores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xadrezgigante.com.br/images/gama_cores.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.xadrezgigante.com.br/images/gama_cores.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A infância lhe cheirava um bosque.&lt;br /&gt;A cor era o amarelo.&lt;br /&gt;Bastante radiante, bastante alegre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A juventude cheirou cigarro.&lt;br /&gt;Era cinza.&lt;br /&gt;Descobriu muitas coisas,&lt;br /&gt;dentre elas a indiferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Indiferença era negra.&lt;br /&gt;E cheirava nada.&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de quase nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o cheiro é de livro.&lt;br /&gt;De mofo.&lt;br /&gt;A cor é vermelha,&lt;br /&gt;porque se apaixona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verde,&lt;br /&gt;porque sonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É rosa,&lt;br /&gt;porque dança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É branca,&lt;br /&gt;porque há calmaria.&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/3297924999515379703-713058910450463665?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/713058910450463665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=713058910450463665' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/713058910450463665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/713058910450463665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/12/trilogia-das-cores.html' title='Trilogia das Cores e Sabores'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-2719044553872932746</id><published>2007-12-17T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:22:36.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida e Arte</title><content type='html'>"Todas as artes contribuem para a maior de todas elas, a arte de VIVER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertold Brechet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-2719044553872932746?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2719044553872932746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=2719044553872932746' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2719044553872932746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2719044553872932746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/12/vida-e-arte.html' title='Vida e Arte'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-215472836607207614</id><published>2007-12-15T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T08:35:49.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal intento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://catedral2.weblog.com.pt/dor-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://catedral2.weblog.com.pt/dor-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus me livre desse mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vontades que surgem do nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejo imenso de ser livre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Consciência, ou subconsciência,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de se saber que é inadequado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por vezes mórbido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estar do lado oposto da multidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfurecida, enfurecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diferença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sofrer as influências más dos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;signos do zodíaco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;desde a epigênese da infância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A dor e a delícia de ser o que é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heloísa A. A. S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-215472836607207614?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/215472836607207614/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=215472836607207614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/215472836607207614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/215472836607207614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/12/mal-intento.html' title='Mal intento'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-5910877113657116970</id><published>2007-12-11T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:12:17.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hable con Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ricardojuchem.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/patty-almodovar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ricardojuchem.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/patty-almodovar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No teatro, sentados lado a lado, Benigno e Marco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No palco, "The Fairy Queen", de Henry Purcell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em "El Bosque", internadas estão Lydia e Alicia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marco sofria de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muito pouco o remetia de volta a seu passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Benigno é um rapaz carente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apaixona-se por uma bailarina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dias chuvosos fazem com que ele se lembre dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lydia é toureira profissional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vive os sonhos de seu pai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alicia é jovem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pouca idade e muitos sonhos, temperamento sereno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passado, presente e futuro, conduzindo-os a um destino inesperado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heloísa Arioli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-5910877113657116970?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5910877113657116970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=5910877113657116970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5910877113657116970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5910877113657116970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/12/hable-con-ella.html' title='Hable con Ella'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-2064613770852230674</id><published>2007-12-11T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:54:10.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claus Roxin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jura.uni-muenchen.de/fakultaet/lehrstuehle/satzger/grafiken/web_bilder_m/roxinbild_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jura.uni-muenchen.de/fakultaet/lehrstuehle/satzger/grafiken/web_bilder_m/roxinbild_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jura.uni-muenchen.de/fakultaet/lehrstuehle/satzger/grafiken/web_bilder_m/roxinbild_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jura.uni-muenchen.de/fakultaet/lehrstuehle/satzger/grafiken/web_bilder_m/roxinbild_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O princípio da insignificância foi formulado pelo célebre CLAUS ROXIN, o qual propôs a interpretação restritiva aos tipos penais, com a exclusão da conduta do tipo a partir da insignificante importância das lesões ou danos aos interesses sociais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como define ROXIN, o legislador não possui competência para, em absoluto, castigar pela sua imoralidade condutas não lesivas a bens jurídicos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Com efeito, ROXIN reconhecia que a insignificância não era característica do tipo delitivo, mas sim um auxiliar interpretativo seu, a fim de restringir o teor literal do tipo formal, conformando-o a condutas socialmente admissíveis, em decorrência de suas ínfimas lesões aos bens juridicamente tutelados.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-2064613770852230674?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2064613770852230674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=2064613770852230674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2064613770852230674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2064613770852230674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/12/claus-roxin.html' title='Claus Roxin'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-3907036156443912151</id><published>2007-12-04T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:02:30.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma dose de tudo, outra de nada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/72/167478252_262d71168e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/72/167478252_262d71168e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rótulos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual seu uso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delimitar é importante?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para mim, não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou sim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em que momento delimito?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classifico?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual a necessidade de dizer que se ama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qual a necessidade de delimitar doses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-3907036156443912151?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3907036156443912151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3907036156443912151' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3907036156443912151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3907036156443912151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/12/uma-dose-de-tudo-outra-de-nada.html' title='Uma dose de tudo, outra de nada.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-7209179896744317224</id><published>2007-12-04T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T07:54:37.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Caro Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.leitematerno.org/images/mala_mae.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.leitematerno.org/images/mala_mae.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui tá tudo na mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Timão na segunda divisão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;War in Rio&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;A chuva que não cai;&lt;br /&gt;O Sol que arde,&lt;br /&gt;A morena que samba,&lt;br /&gt;O bom malandro,&lt;br /&gt;Os maus,&lt;br /&gt;Lula e suas bobagens,&lt;br /&gt;O bom cinema nacional,&lt;br /&gt;O Natal que se aproxima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí está você.&lt;br /&gt;Longe.&lt;br /&gt;Só com suas bagagens&lt;br /&gt;e um pouco de nada pra me contar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-7209179896744317224?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/7209179896744317224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=7209179896744317224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7209179896744317224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/7209179896744317224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/12/meu-caro-amigo.html' title='Meu Caro Amigo'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-774214370715025158</id><published>2007-11-19T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:56:43.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Cheiro da Chuva.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.photografos.com.br/users/Ajscuica/normal_128959_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.photografos.com.br/users/Ajscuica/normal_128959_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só conhece quem acorda com o Sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só conhece o bom moço do Sertão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quem vive a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quem respira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quem conhece o mato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Poço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Pó.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quem dorme com a chuva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-774214370715025158?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/774214370715025158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=774214370715025158' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/774214370715025158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/774214370715025158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-cheiro-da-chuva.html' title='O Cheiro da Chuva.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-8948326697180970560</id><published>2007-11-04T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T10:39:57.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente meu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.prof2000.pt/users/hjco/alternativas04/embrulho.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.prof2000.pt/users/hjco/alternativas04/embrulho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero você de presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa caixinha azul, com lacinhos vermelhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VoCê nem precisa mudar nada, só entre na caixinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se esqueça da etiqueta grudada: 'Presente pra Você'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-8948326697180970560?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8948326697180970560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=8948326697180970560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8948326697180970560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8948326697180970560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/11/presente-meu.html' title='Presente meu.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-5576685874057446926</id><published>2007-10-09T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T16:26:22.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.janelanaweb.com/digitais/imagens/rosnay_boneco.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.janelanaweb.com/digitais/imagens/rosnay_boneco.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-5576685874057446926?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5576685874057446926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=5576685874057446926' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5576685874057446926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5576685874057446926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love?'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-8648627678868671581</id><published>2007-09-12T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:52:02.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destruição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/portuguese/especial/images/912_childwar/494410_war01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/portuguese/especial/images/912_childwar/494410_war01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há mais de cem anos, Heine, o poeta alemão, aconselhou os franceses a não subestimarem o poder das ideias: os conceitos filosóficos, criados no sossego de um gabinete de professor, poderiam destruir uma civilização."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oxfordscholarship.com/oso/public/content/politicalscience/9780199249893/toc.html"&gt;Isaiah Berlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-8648627678868671581?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/8648627678868671581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=8648627678868671581' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8648627678868671581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/8648627678868671581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/09/destruio.html' title='Destruição'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-3305754518828183242</id><published>2007-09-12T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:55:42.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha maior felicidade: ser Livre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twiki.softwarelivre.org/pub/Blogs/BlogPostVicenteAguiar20051204225935/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://twiki.softwarelivre.org/pub/Blogs/BlogPostVicenteAguiar20051204225935/liberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viajar! Perder países!&lt;br /&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viajar! Perder países!&lt;br /&gt;Ser outro constantemente,&lt;br /&gt;Por a alma não ter raízes&lt;br /&gt;De viver de ver somente!&lt;br /&gt;Não pertencer nem a mim!&lt;br /&gt;Ir em frente, ir a seguir.&lt;br /&gt;A ausência de ter um fim,&lt;br /&gt;E a ânsia de o conseguir!&lt;br /&gt;Viajar assim é viagem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas faço-o sem ter de meu&lt;br /&gt;Mais que o sonho da passagem.&lt;br /&gt;O resto é só terra e céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-3305754518828183242?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3305754518828183242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3305754518828183242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3305754518828183242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3305754518828183242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/09/viajar-perder-pases-fernando-pessoa.html' title='Minha maior felicidade: ser Livre!'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-2345680053802447568</id><published>2007-09-09T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:25:17.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse lugar meu, que um dia foi seu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ante-et-post.weblog.com.pt/alone%20-%20eugenio%20eugenio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ante-et-post.weblog.com.pt/alone%20-%20eugenio%20eugenio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhei pela janela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas o Sol estava aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não está mais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto sua falta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando estava lá fora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pendurado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;perdurando... brilhando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não quis te sentir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;preferi me recolher, abster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois olhei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não te vi... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eiva o céu de luz... volta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;conduz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;traz a luz, da intensidade do teu âmago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do cerne da tua essência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perde tua 'decentia', volta e arde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora... esquecido está no vácuo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some com tua incoerência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanhã volta.  Agora é tarde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;outra está a radiar em teu lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Autora: Heloísa A. A. de S.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-2345680053802447568?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2345680053802447568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=2345680053802447568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2345680053802447568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2345680053802447568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/09/saudade-do-sol.html' title='Esse lugar meu, que um dia foi seu.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1324524753033993477</id><published>2007-08-27T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:02:51.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comunista Chique!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.moderntimes.com/palace/noir_image/notrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.moderntimes.com/palace/noir_image/notrs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/1815/furcoatyo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiner.com.br/areas/figuras/fashion/diversas/saltoalto4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resolvi fazer Direito aos 13 anos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;culpa do meu pai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entrei com meu all star bege...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idéias revolucionárias na mente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma camisetinha do Che Guevara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tô saindo com Meu scarpin Arezzo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bolsa a tiracolo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Ser juíza ou promotora?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Culpa da Puc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Comunista mequetrefe!***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-1324524753033993477?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1324524753033993477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1324524753033993477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1324524753033993477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1324524753033993477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/comunista-chique.html' title='Comunista Chique!'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-3691024062501657710</id><published>2007-08-25T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T14:26:36.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo de Silêncio e Solidão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bussolaescolar.com.br/historia_geral/grande_depressao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.bussolaescolar.com.br/historia_geral/grande_depressao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corro contra o tempo pra te ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu vivo louco por querer você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em Ôôô, morro de saudade a culpa é sua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Rita Ribeiro]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-3691024062501657710?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3691024062501657710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3691024062501657710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3691024062501657710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3691024062501657710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/tempo-de-silncio-e-solido.html' title='Tempo de Silêncio e Solidão.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-307243172996292162</id><published>2007-08-11T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:23:59.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in Afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/legiao-urbana/images/g726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://vagalume.uol.com.br/legiao-urbana/images/g726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Quando eu lhe dizia:"- Me apaixono todo dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é sempre a pessoa errada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Você sorriu e disse:"- Eu gosto de você também."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....[...]...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E me lembro de você em dias assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia de chuva, um dia de sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o que sinto não sei dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...[...]...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro das tardes que passamos juntos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não é sempre mais eu sei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que você está bem agora, só que este ano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O verão acabou, cedo demais....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[ . . . saudades sempre . . . ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-307243172996292162?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/307243172996292162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=307243172996292162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/307243172996292162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/307243172996292162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-in-afternoon.html' title='Love in Afternoon.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-6740831572954076432</id><published>2007-08-09T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:25:40.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Velha Infância!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2006/03/15/lesbian_narrowweb__300x389,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2006/03/15/lesbian_narrowweb__300x389,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amaralnascimento.com/blog/lesbic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você é assim Um sonho pra mim E quando eu não te vejo Eu penso em você Desde o amanhecer Até quando eu me deito Eu gosto de você E gosto de ficar com você Meu riso é tão feliz contigo O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor E a gente canta E a gente dança E a gente não se cansa De ser criança A gente brinca Na nossa velha infância Seus olhos meu clarão Me guiam dentro da escuridão Seus pés me abrem o caminho Eu sigo e nunca me sinto só Você é assim Um sonho pra mim Quero te encher de beijos Eu penso em você Desde o amanhecer Até quando eu me deito Eu gosto de você E gosto de ficar com você Meu riso é tão feliz contigo O meu melhor amigo é o meu amor E a gente canta E a gente dança E a gente não se cansa De ser criança A gente brinca Na nossa velha infância &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-6740831572954076432?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/6740831572954076432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=6740831572954076432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/6740831572954076432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/6740831572954076432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/velha-infncia.html' title='Velha Infância!'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-2833438027817052986</id><published>2007-08-08T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T14:27:52.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inveja!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/2/20948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/2/20948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-2833438027817052986?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2833438027817052986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=2833438027817052986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2833438027817052986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2833438027817052986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/inveja.html' title='Inveja!'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-5881770150483198910</id><published>2007-08-08T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:55:01.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avareza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/03/31/593278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://dn.sapo.pt/2007/03/31/593278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-5881770150483198910?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5881770150483198910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=5881770150483198910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5881770150483198910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5881770150483198910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/avareza.html' title='Avareza.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-5131937133203629713</id><published>2007-08-08T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:57:13.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ira!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bush2004.com/images/bush_via_the_daily_mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bush2004.com/images/bush_via_the_daily_mirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A IRA! está representada por um caso real de 'anencéfalo' sobrevivente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/portuguese/especial/images/851_brigacroacia/191114_briga2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-5131937133203629713?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5131937133203629713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=5131937133203629713' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5131937133203629713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5131937133203629713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/ira.html' title='Ira!'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-9013438579724434119</id><published>2007-08-08T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:51:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://santoagostinho.wunderblogs.com/images/michaeljackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://santoagostinho.wunderblogs.com/images/michaeljackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-9013438579724434119?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/9013438579724434119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=9013438579724434119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/9013438579724434119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/9013438579724434119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/vaidade.html' title='Vaidade.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-657199336417371295</id><published>2007-08-08T17:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:50:37.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gula.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://uk.gizmodo.com/bill%20gates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://uk.gizmodo.com/bill%20gates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-657199336417371295?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/657199336417371295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=657199336417371295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/657199336417371295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/657199336417371295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/gula.html' title='Gula.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1998065097360947694</id><published>2007-08-08T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:49:31.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preguiça.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.claudiohumberto.com.br/Portals/8/2006/03_marco/umbigo%20lula.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.claudiohumberto.com.br/Portals/8/2006/03_marco/umbigo%20lula.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-1998065097360947694?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1998065097360947694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1998065097360947694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1998065097360947694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1998065097360947694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/preguia.html' title='Preguiça.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-3639303337099088227</id><published>2007-08-08T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:48:15.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxúria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.holistica.com.br/artigo1/uploads/diversos/sexo_dos_elefante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.holistica.com.br/artigo1/uploads/diversos/sexo_dos_elefante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-3639303337099088227?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3639303337099088227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3639303337099088227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3639303337099088227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3639303337099088227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/luxria.html' title='Luxúria!'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-4808302960785166433</id><published>2007-08-08T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:39:07.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada como a Lua Brasileira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://indoleromantica.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/lua%201111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://indoleromantica.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/lua%201111111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Lua de São Jorge***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caetano Veloso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lua de São Jorge, lua deslumbrante&lt;br /&gt;Azul verdejante, calda de pavão&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge cheia branca inteira&lt;br /&gt;Oh minha bandeira solta na amplidão&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge, lua brasileira&lt;br /&gt;Lua do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge, lua maravilha&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, irmã e filha de todo esplendor&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge brilha nos altares&lt;br /&gt;Brilha nos lugares onde estou e vou&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge brilha sobre os mares&lt;br /&gt;Brilha sobre o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge, lua soberana&lt;br /&gt;Nobre porcelana sobre a seda azul&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge, lua da alegria&lt;br /&gt;Não se vê o dia claro como tu&lt;br /&gt;Lua de São Jorge serás minha guia&lt;br /&gt;No Brasil de norte a sul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-4808302960785166433?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/4808302960785166433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=4808302960785166433' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/4808302960785166433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/4808302960785166433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/nada-como-lua-brasileira.html' title='Nada como a Lua Brasileira...'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-3392424320750096238</id><published>2007-08-08T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:41:12.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Furniture...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.alu.ua.es/t/tmf/AUDREY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.alu.ua.es/t/tmf/AUDREY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que adianta tanta mobília se você não está comigo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-3392424320750096238?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3392424320750096238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3392424320750096238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3392424320750096238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3392424320750096238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/furniture.html' title='Furniture...'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-3182911313656502939</id><published>2007-08-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:29:09.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Horas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.obaoba.com.br/images/flash/t_ashoras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.obaoba.com.br/images/flash/t_ashoras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Leonard...to look life in the face,always... to look life in the face...and to know it... for what it is...at last to know it...to &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: love'; self.lm_skeyphrase='love'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: love...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='love'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=love&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: love'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=46940#"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; it... for what it is...and then...to put it away.Leonard...always the years between usalways the years...always the love...always the hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-3182911313656502939?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/3182911313656502939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=3182911313656502939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3182911313656502939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/3182911313656502939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-horas.html' title='As Horas.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-381312257003424239</id><published>2007-08-07T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:07:50.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É ela!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RriKUVCPQ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/-5CLfVHbRyI/s1600-h/zelia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095975060218266562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RriKUVCPQ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/-5CLfVHbRyI/s400/zelia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mulher;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cantora;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a compositora;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a artista...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É ela... é Zélia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-381312257003424239?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/381312257003424239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=381312257003424239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/381312257003424239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/381312257003424239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/ela.html' title='É ela!!!!!'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RriKUVCPQ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/-5CLfVHbRyI/s72-c/zelia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-1147744696297150238</id><published>2007-08-06T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T08:08:51.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentindo Clarice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://plaza.ufl.edu/jeaaron/clarice03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://plaza.ufl.edu/jeaaron/clarice03.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra olhar nesse olhar e... sentir Clarice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-1147744696297150238?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/1147744696297150238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=1147744696297150238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1147744696297150238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/1147744696297150238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/sentindo-clarice.html' title='Sentindo Clarice...'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-5851535809993530069</id><published>2007-08-06T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:43:11.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sete Pecados Capitais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrcVA1CPQ5I/AAAAAAAAACE/Hc2qxLMzVIo/s1600-h/115287174_4a8f0ecb65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095564607373656978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrcVA1CPQ5I/AAAAAAAAACE/Hc2qxLMzVIo/s400/115287174_4a8f0ecb65.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carne e Osso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zélia Duncan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A alegria do pecado&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes toma conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;E é tão bom não ser divina&lt;br /&gt;Me cobrir de humanidade me fascina&lt;br /&gt;E me aproxima do céu&lt;br /&gt;E eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;De estar na terra&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;Minha boca se abre e espera&lt;br /&gt;O direito ainda que profano&lt;br /&gt;Do mundo ser sempre mais humano&lt;br /&gt;Perfeição demais&lt;br /&gt;Me agita os instintos&lt;br /&gt;Quem se diz muito perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Na certa encontrou um jeito insosso&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ser de carne e osso&lt;br /&gt;Pra não ser carne e osso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-5851535809993530069?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/5851535809993530069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=5851535809993530069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5851535809993530069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/5851535809993530069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/sete-pecados-capitais.html' title='Sete Pecados Capitais'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrcVA1CPQ5I/AAAAAAAAACE/Hc2qxLMzVIo/s72-c/115287174_4a8f0ecb65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-703856477979415967</id><published>2007-08-03T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:31:51.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>***Solidão***</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrNfzlCPQ2I/AAAAAAAAABs/tnHi3Kqg6LQ/s1600-h/solidÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094520943205630818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrNfzlCPQ2I/AAAAAAAAABs/tnHi3Kqg6LQ/s400/solid%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrNfZlCPQ1I/AAAAAAAAABk/o_N3ArQNw80/s1600-h/solidÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-703856477979415967?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/703856477979415967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=703856477979415967' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/703856477979415967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/703856477979415967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/solido.html' title='***Solidão***'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrNfzlCPQ2I/AAAAAAAAABs/tnHi3Kqg6LQ/s72-c/solid%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-2790126858792948803</id><published>2007-08-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:07:55.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eis que chega essa velha hora tão sonhada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrepWFCPQ7I/AAAAAAAAACU/DtJCIn3H-7A/s1600-h/munch.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095727700166788018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrepWFCPQ7I/AAAAAAAAACU/DtJCIn3H-7A/s400/munch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrO_OFCPQ4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/4IMNiQ1vxao/s1600-h/251love-messbrasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Português - Eu te Amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Albanês - Te dua &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Árabe - Ana behibak (para homem) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Árabe - Ana behibek (para mulher) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Armenia - Yes kez sirumen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bambara - M'bi fe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangla - Aamee tuma ke bhalo aashi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Búlgaro - Obicham te &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camboja - Soro lahn nhee ah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinês Cantonese - Ngo oiy ney a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catalao - T'estimo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chichewa - Ndimakukonda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corsican - Ti tengu caru (para homem) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creol - Mi aime jou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Croacia - Volim te Czech &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinamarquês - Jeg Elsker Dig &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holandês - Ik hou van jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inglês - I &lt;a href="http://maniadehp.weblogger.terra.com.br/index.htm##"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperanto - Mi amas vin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estonia - Ma armastan sind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Etiópia - Afgreki' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faroese - Eg elski teg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farsi - Doset daram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filipino - Mahal kita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Francês - Je t'aime, Je t'adore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Georgian - Mikvarhar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alemão - Ich liebe dich &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grego - S'agapo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Havaiano - Aloha wau ia oi Ebreu - Ani ohev otah (para mulher) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ebreu- Ani ohev et otha (para homem) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-2790126858792948803?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/2790126858792948803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=2790126858792948803' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2790126858792948803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/2790126858792948803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-te-amo.html' title='Eis que chega essa velha hora tão sonhada.'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrepWFCPQ7I/AAAAAAAAACU/DtJCIn3H-7A/s72-c/munch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-9140009865448088130</id><published>2007-08-03T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:51:15.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Previsibilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrNZOFCPQxI/AAAAAAAAABE/ROUipfHHdCM/s1600-h/GUEVARA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dia desses nasci,&lt;br /&gt;cresci,&lt;br /&gt;tô crescendo...&lt;br /&gt;Por você eu chorei,&lt;br /&gt;depois de você, me esqueci como se faz...&lt;br /&gt;Percebi a seqüência da vida,&lt;br /&gt;é tudo muito natural,&lt;br /&gt;muito previsível.&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda não passou, espere...&lt;br /&gt;vai passar!&lt;br /&gt;Já me enganei muito...&lt;br /&gt;hoje não,&lt;br /&gt;aprendi a ter sempre um 'pé atrás'...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nunca amei,&lt;br /&gt;mas já achei que amava... natural! Foi bom!&lt;br /&gt;Lutei! Isso sim... vencedora sou!&lt;br /&gt;Defeitos: muitos!&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades: mais ainda...&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a ser fria,&lt;br /&gt;‘coração de pedra’... isso muda?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Percebi a seqüência da vida,&lt;br /&gt;é tudo muito natural,&lt;br /&gt;muito previsível.&lt;br /&gt;Amo ler, amo falar, amo escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos falar sobre aborto?&lt;br /&gt;Eutanásia?&lt;br /&gt;A merda do PT?&lt;br /&gt;Amoooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;Você discorda de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Que ótimo,&lt;br /&gt;argumente agora!&lt;br /&gt;Tombos?&lt;br /&gt;Muitos... rs.&lt;br /&gt;Reação?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Percebi a seqüência da vida,&lt;br /&gt;é tudo muito natural,&lt;br /&gt;muito previsível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasci, chorei,&lt;br /&gt;parei,&lt;br /&gt;escrevi, falei, reagi,&lt;br /&gt;percebi...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca Desisti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297924999515379703-9140009865448088130?l=cancaoaovento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/feeds/9140009865448088130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297924999515379703&amp;postID=9140009865448088130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/9140009865448088130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297924999515379703/posts/default/9140009865448088130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cancaoaovento.blogspot.com/2007/08/liberdade.html' title='Previsibilidade'/><author><name>Canção ao Vento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301758981923223626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/Sn1u0RSvmsI/AAAAAAAAAII/UPCT5_SfzC4/S220/henri_cartier-bresson4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297924999515379703.post-7326973123125524415</id><published>2007-08-01T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:58:58.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A idéia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrCzAlCPQrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6QIppY6-UYg/s1600-h/petty+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093768001078903474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrCzAlCPQrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6QIppY6-UYg/s400/petty+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QRkF9NHQVWk/RrCyTFCPQqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IX6kmRTU5C0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A idéia do 'Canção ao Vento' nasce do Trovadorismo e suas cantigas de escárnio, amigo, maldizer, dentre outras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trovadores eram aqueles que compunham as &lt;a title="Poesia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poesia"&gt;poesias&lt;/a&gt; e as &lt;a title="Melodia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melodia"&gt;melodias&lt;/a&gt; que as acompanhavam, e &lt;a title="Cantiga" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cantiga"&gt;cantigas&lt;/a&gt; são as poesias cantadas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja bem vindo (a)!&lt;br /&gt;Entre e rabisque à vontade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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