<?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-2870654314620339045</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:17:11.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muitas histórias pra contar...</title><subtitle type='html'>O objetivo desse blogger é a comunicação, e por meio desta poder contar histórias, criá-las também, suscitar a troca de idéias e as críticas de quem por aqui passa. A amizade e o respeito são bem recebidos. O desejo de apurar a compreensão do que vejo, penso e sinto e, por fim, representar em palavras a todos que aqui passarem me move. Por isso me lanço no mundo das letras e palavras. Aqui tem um pouco de mim, das minhas histórias e do mundo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-5227208616450880290</id><published>2012-01-22T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:40:50.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The constant gardener</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lx78-RXxya8/Txxkb3xlUII/AAAAAAAAATY/TqaKDiPw90Y/s1600/safe_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lx78-RXxya8/Txxkb3xlUII/AAAAAAAAATY/TqaKDiPw90Y/s1600/safe_image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="parseasinTitle " style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.7em; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse livro é essencialmente sobre interesses de uma nação, sobre o quanto eles estão além dos direitos de humanidade, quando se trata do outro e não da nossa nação. Há um tempo eu conversava com uma amiga daqui sobre a mobilização européia face ao caos europeu, com milhares de civis indignados a protestar sobre os efeitos nefastos do capitalismo. Nessa ocasião questionei como os europeus estavam a reivindicar tanto por seus direitos democráticos e de justiça, mas que este ímpeto somente é legítimo para si. O mundo dos direitos humanos é o mundo dos civilizados, os demais, no fundo, continuam a ser bárbaros e mercados consumidores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O jardineiro fiel é justamente sobre isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Guita permanentemente chocada com tudo e com todo mundo, dos católicos romanos que que se opunham ao controle da natalidade e demonstravam isso queimando camisinhas no Estádio de Nyao, as empresas de cigarros americanas que aumentavam os teores de nicotina &amp;nbsp;para gerar crianças viciadas; dos senhores da guerra somalis que jogam bombas que explodem em cachos, sobre aldeias indefesas, as indústrias de armas que fabricam essas bombas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O interessante é que a ótica do Le Carré é justamente lutar pela ética humana por dentro da legitimidade, sendo a personagem Tessa sua representante. Mesmo com a sua morte logo no primeiro capítulo, ela está viva em toda a obra e é pelos seus olhos e ideais que vemos as façanhas encarnadas pela diplomacia inglesa, que têm o objetivo de manter os privilégios comerciais, independente de quantas vidas isso custar, afinal trata-se de seres que morreriam de qualquer maneira, de fome, Aids, tuberculose ou pela violência de seus próprios governantes. Nós descobrimos esse mundo junto com Justim Quayle, o marido de Tessa, que imergi no mundo da sua esposa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta leitura vale a pena também pelo encontro entre Tessa e Justin (seu marido e diplomata inglês), pela simples e ao mesmo tempo complexa relação entre eles, repleta de cumplicidade e maturidade. Devido a belíssima condução de Le Carré o amor entre os protagonistas&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;foge de uma descrição clichê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só um conselho: não assistam o filme antes do livro, porque vocês passarão muita raiva. E olha que a adaptação foi dirigida pelo Fernando Meireles. Eu assisti depois, e foi decepcionante, mesmo com as brilhantes atuações de Ralph Fiennes e Rachel Weisz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-5227208616450880290?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5227208616450880290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=5227208616450880290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5227208616450880290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5227208616450880290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/constant-gardener.html' title='The constant gardener'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lx78-RXxya8/Txxkb3xlUII/AAAAAAAAATY/TqaKDiPw90Y/s72-c/safe_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-3966018717342566585</id><published>2012-01-06T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T04:39:47.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do aprendizado na prática</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E a gente aprende, na prática, que um relacionamento envolve abdicar em favor do bem do outro, enfim, das duas partes. A gente muda de planos, de sonhos, ajusta conceitos, amadurece concepções e reza, e mais uma vez reza, para que as escolhas sejam as certas e que o amor esteja protegido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou um pouco demodê, confesso!, não vivo pra saber amanhã o que a vida vai me ofertar. Não que exclua o improvável, gosto de surpresas e aceito a sua inexorabilidade, mas me debruço para planejar e fazer o amanhã.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou definitivamente uma romântica no século XXI, de verdade, acredito em amor pra vida toda, em família, em valores irrenunciáveis. E deve ser por isso que me desestruturo quando alguma coisa está fora do lugar. Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse papo todo é pra dizer que mudo, mudei e mudarei (não gosto dessa palavra e de sua conjugação, descrobri agora), mas que as concepções que me constituem, que são dignas de me ser tão bela e livre, saltam-me os olhos, exalam dos meus sentidos&amp;nbsp; e perfazem a mínima expressão que o meu corpo elabora.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-3966018717342566585?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3966018717342566585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=3966018717342566585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3966018717342566585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3966018717342566585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-aprendizado-na-pratica.html' title='Do aprendizado na prática'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-4253118841309388732</id><published>2012-01-02T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T07:57:03.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autobiográfico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dentro de mim mora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Uma musicista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Uma bailarina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Uma viajante viajada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Uma apreciadora da vida, das línguas, do vinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Dentro de mim mora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;A inquietude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;A mansidão que ora grita, contesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;e que se inunda em frustração quando é calada. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Dentro de &amp;nbsp;mim mora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O verbo amar, intensamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O exercício de voltar à racionalidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Um empirismo nato, é nele que compreendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Dentro de mim mora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Música e sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-4253118841309388732?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4253118841309388732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=4253118841309388732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4253118841309388732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4253118841309388732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/autobiografico.html' title='Autobiográfico'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-8389906630133698408</id><published>2011-12-20T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:45:45.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Música de tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/nkeLLNYaVjo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkeLLNYaVjo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkeLLNYaVjo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Esta é a terra de ninguém,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu sei que devo resistir,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu quero a espada em minhas mãos."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Metal contra as nuvens - Legião Urbana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-8389906630133698408?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8389906630133698408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=8389906630133698408&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8389906630133698408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8389906630133698408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/musica-de-tarde.html' title='Música de tarde'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6478449237214578025</id><published>2011-12-17T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T17:18:36.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igJFc_YAr40/Tu0-5X6F4EI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nRQwbwVS74Q/s1600/praia-do-porto-da-barra-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igJFc_YAr40/Tu0-5X6F4EI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nRQwbwVS74Q/s400/praia-do-porto-da-barra-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava precisando delas para recarregar o fôlego e os sonhos, além de reavaliar minhas andanças até o momento. E de entrada teve Porto da Barra com uma amiga e um amigo lindos, sem direito a nada mais que contemplar a leveza. Muito merecido.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6478449237214578025?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6478449237214578025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=6478449237214578025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6478449237214578025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6478449237214578025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/ferias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igJFc_YAr40/Tu0-5X6F4EI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nRQwbwVS74Q/s72-c/praia-do-porto-da-barra-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-4586722782658496503</id><published>2011-12-08T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:08:16.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avesso</title><content type='html'>E como dói o orgulho&lt;br /&gt;É o outro lado da razão&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;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"Tua pessoa Maria , mesmo que doa Maria"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-4586722782658496503?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4586722782658496503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=4586722782658496503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4586722782658496503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4586722782658496503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/tua-pessoa-maria-mesmo-que-doa-maria.html' title='Avesso'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-4984939884425378865</id><published>2011-11-09T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T15:10:46.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltar sobre si</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu tive um encontro comigo, voltei a sentir-me insegura quanto ao amanhã, revisitei algumas fragilidades, reavaliei-me e percebi que é um ser-estar contínuo. Resultado: tenho uma história grudada em mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-4984939884425378865?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4984939884425378865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=4984939884425378865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4984939884425378865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4984939884425378865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/11/voltar-sobre-si.html' title='Voltar sobre si'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-389396581751298578</id><published>2011-11-06T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:55:21.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que tem que ser dito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #073763; font-size: large;"&gt;"Estranho seria se eu não me apaixonasse por você"&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Porque você é o melhor presente que ganhei da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-389396581751298578?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/389396581751298578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=389396581751298578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/389396581751298578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/389396581751298578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-que-tem-que-ser-dito.html' title='O que tem que ser dito'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-5108599174657328244</id><published>2011-10-28T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:17:37.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAPED</title><content type='html'>Aí vou eu...antes um pouco mais tarde do que daqui há um ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Quando me vejo em meio a notícias boas, assusto-me, é muita "sorte" para uma pessoa só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-5108599174657328244?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5108599174657328244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=5108599174657328244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5108599174657328244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5108599174657328244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/laped.html' title='LAPED'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-4600610957630173761</id><published>2011-10-16T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:13:54.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;‎"O que será que me dá (...)&lt;br /&gt;E que me salta aos olhos a me atraiçoar&lt;br /&gt;E que me aperta o peito e me faz confessar&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem mais jeito de dissimular&lt;br /&gt;E que nem é direito ninguém recusar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;E que me faz mendigo, me faz implorar&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem medida, nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem remédio, nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem receita (...)&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem descanso, nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem cansaço, nem nunca terá&lt;br /&gt;O que não tem limite"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O que não tem limite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-4600610957630173761?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4600610957630173761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=4600610957630173761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4600610957630173761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4600610957630173761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/6-declaracoes-de-amor-em-trechos_1672.html' title='6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #06'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-867546395364360100</id><published>2011-10-16T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T07:16:07.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #05</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Maybe the reason I survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;The why and wherefore I'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; height: 38px; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;Me I'll take her laughter and her tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;And make them all my souvenirs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;For where she goes I've got to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;The meaning of my life is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;She. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O que ela é todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-867546395364360100?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/867546395364360100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=867546395364360100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/867546395364360100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/867546395364360100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/6-declaracoes-de-amor-em-trechos_9445.html' title='6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #05'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-5598416309112623802</id><published>2011-10-16T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T03:45:50.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;" Quero pesar no teu corpo, feito tatuagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Que é pra lhe dar coragem pra seguir viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Quando a noite vem.(..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Quero ser a cicatriz risonha e corrosiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Marcado a frio, ferro e fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Em carne viva. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Do amor que transborda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; que quer sempre a outra parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-5598416309112623802?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5598416309112623802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=5598416309112623802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5598416309112623802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5598416309112623802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/6-declaracoes-de-amor-em-trechos_16.html' title='6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #04'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1967784807284004709</id><published>2011-10-15T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:49:50.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #03</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Já não me preocupo se eu não por que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As vezes o que eu vejo quase ninguém vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu sei que você sabe quase sem querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Que eu vejo [e quero] o mesmo que você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Naquele momento em que nada mais vale a pena sem não do seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-1967784807284004709?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1967784807284004709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1967784807284004709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1967784807284004709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1967784807284004709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/6-declaracoes-de-amor-em-trechos_3255.html' title='6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #03'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1105895073830814107</id><published>2011-10-15T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T07:45:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #02</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Case-se comigo antes que amanheça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Antes que não pareça tão bom pedido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Antes que eu padeça, case comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Eu quero dizer pra sempre que eu te mereço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Que eu me pareço com o seu estilo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;E existe um forte pressentimento dizendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Que eu sem você é como você sem mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Antes que amanheça, que seja sem fim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Isso lá pelo segundo ano de namoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-1105895073830814107?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1105895073830814107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1105895073830814107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1105895073830814107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1105895073830814107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/6-declaracoes-de-amor-em-trechos_15.html' title='6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #02'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1887809458303116434</id><published>2011-10-15T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T02:27:22.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"Se há dores, tudo fica mais fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seu rosto silencia e faz parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;As flores que manda são fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do nosso cuidado e entrega"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Início&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;dos melhores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;seis anos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;da minha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;vida&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/2870654314620339045-1887809458303116434?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1887809458303116434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1887809458303116434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1887809458303116434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1887809458303116434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/6-declaracoes-de-amor-em-trechos.html' title='6 Declarações de amor em trechos musicas #01'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-4556975317492080683</id><published>2011-10-14T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T04:35:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova Ordem Mundial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confere?! Ministros da economia do Brasil e da China sentam hoje e amanhã para tentarem solucionar os problemas econômicos da Europa, leia-se problema dos bancos europeus. Parece que estamos a vislumbrar, mais!, vivenciar uma Nova Ordem Mundial. Não que pareça ser uma mais justa, porque pelo que me consta a primeira cresce economicamente com os pés na pobreza estrutural, e a segunda espizoteia os seus milhões no trabalho escravo. Mas sim, trata-se de um marco, um ex-terceiro mundista de quinhentos e poucos anos, e outro um império que coleciona vitórias e vicissitudes milenares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabe o que eu queria mesmo ver?! Era a Europa fazer surgir um SOCIALISMO EUROPEU. Do mundo distroçado pelos bancos e com milhares de jovens desempregados e cheios de criatividade, formação e tecnologia para inventar uma experiência democrática.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pronto que eu e o mundo iríamos ficar pasmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai como eu queria ver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-4556975317492080683?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4556975317492080683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=4556975317492080683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4556975317492080683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4556975317492080683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/nova-ordem-mundial.html' title='Nova Ordem Mundial'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1520866082298972587</id><published>2011-09-25T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T17:33:55.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatação [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É um privilégio sem tamanho ser seu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toda vez que eu reconstruo na minha memória cada mínimo detalhe seu, cada olhar de cumplicidade, de intenso cuidado, cada declaração(e olha que você não gosta de ser piegas)... nesse torpor, eu concluo sobre a beleza disso tudo, que é muito mais que amor, respiro fundo e dou um sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-1520866082298972587?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1520866082298972587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1520866082298972587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1520866082298972587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1520866082298972587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/constatacao-2.html' title='Constatação [2]'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-3007766745637987639</id><published>2011-08-23T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:30:54.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pique</title><content type='html'>Já começaram as aulas e eu estou no pique(monitoria, estudando pra Liga de Pediatria-cruzem os dedos!-, trabalho, 8 matérias, curso de transplantes, e a a adrenalina do 4º semestre). Eu não tenho muito o que me queixar, só as poucas horas e sono e pra me divertir...Mas a medicina já nos ensina na faculdade a fazer um milhão de coisas em 24 horas e a se rebolar para ser gente quase normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ô vida, ó céus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-3007766745637987639?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3007766745637987639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=3007766745637987639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3007766745637987639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3007766745637987639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/08/pique.html' title='Pique'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-2840693560973615376</id><published>2011-08-13T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T16:18:32.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apaixonada</title><content type='html'>É assim que estou pela &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Medicina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-2840693560973615376?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2840693560973615376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=2840693560973615376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/2840693560973615376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/2840693560973615376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/08/apaixonada.html' title='Apaixonada'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-477906942845431469</id><published>2011-08-05T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:24:06.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Moro num país tropical, abençoado por Deus e bonito por natureza"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora me diz o que mais tem de bonito neste país que não seja a natureza, santa evolução!, e o pulso que salta as veias de uma cultura que é extremamente misturada, cheia de pés e cabeças. Essa mistura tem endossado inúmeros argumentos, desde o xenofóbico proferido há poucas semanas pelo atirador norueguês, ao dos historiadores da cultura que nos últimos trinta anos estão a trazer uma visão muito diversificada e plural a cerca das baianidades, africanismos e brasileirismos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas por quê eu vos trago esta temática? Ora, justamente para vos dizer que este país tão publicado mundialmente como uma potência está às mínguas... Há quem diga que está melhor do que muitos países europeus(Espanha, Portugal, Grécia...), mas aí me vem a pergunta, melhor &lt;i&gt;em quê?&lt;/i&gt; Só se for nos superavits primários, na lista dos mais rentáveis ao bancos (não tenho os dados no momento, mas eles lucraram na casa dos trilhões no último semestre), nos que cresce industrialmente, quero dizer indústria de petróleo, porque a tecnologia do consumo a gente está é muito longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, e por que &amp;nbsp;dizer que isto aqui está minguando:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1º Não é fácil morar numa cidade em que morre em média 40 pessoas por homicídio por semana, e olha que o público-alvo é os jovens economicamente ativos, e isso não é porque é Salvador-BA não, é o retrato de boa parte do país. O &amp;nbsp;narcotráfico está se alastrando e se sofisticando, como toda rede de relações humanas. E a polícia? Estar a ser treinada para matar mais e instituir o cinturão de proteção para as classes média a alta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2º A economia estar a crescer mais do que a se dedicar ao desenvolvimento humano. Veja lá, só uma vez na história do mundo se viu uma economia capitalista sendo versada em prol do bem estar humano, logo se viu que o Estado de Bem Estar Social estava caro, digo, rendendo menos do que poderia. E hoje o que se vê é os jovens europeus lutando para não perder direitos. Mas, voltando ao Brasil, nunca vi economia mais comum viu, aquela bem aprendida na cartilha terceiro mundista com métodos europeu e americano, e com um toque de brasileirismo, é claro!, nós não somos bestas de perder a oportunidade de ser criativo. A economia é para e versada pelos peixes grandes da agropecuária, das montadoras internacionais de carro e para os políticos, é claro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3º E as classes sociais, como andam a se organizar? Aqui não há organização para quase nada, só os peixes grandes se organizam para ganhar mais. Fomos divididos em classes ABCDEFGW...baseado no poder de consumo, afinal, país de 3º 4º 5º...mundo não larga o ranço fácil, se a gente copia, copia o que não presta. &amp;nbsp;O bom exemplo do momento é modelo imobiliário americano, estamos numa onda de construção civil e de empréstimos bancários que nem os bancos têm tantos fundos para emprestar, é um passa passa de títulos de divida imobiliária; tem também as variadas e sofisticadas formas de exploração, o leque é imenso, tem os jeitos português, afrobrasileiro, inglês, americano, paulista, baiano, todo mundo colabora e é só escolher o que lhe for de bom agrado. Adendo, essa variedade cabe também a corrupção viu, tem pra todo gosto e idade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4º E a saúde pra tanta criatividade como estar a ser tratada? Veja bem, está uma verdadeira confusão e lotação. As emergências andam abarrotadas. Aqui a saúde segue a lógica do capital, os planos de saúde ganham ganham ganham e mais, ganham, fragilizam os atendimentos pagando esmola pelos serviços e profissionais, enquanto a classe média e alta pagam os olhos da cara para se sentirem mais à salvo. O contra-censo e o tão almejado e resistente SUS(sistema único de saúde) que acumula horrores pelos hospitais (super lotação, poucos investimentos, desvio de verbas -é claro!- e uma mídia extremamente tendenciosa que o solapa sistematicamente coitado), e glórias, até porque o que seria da plebe sem o SUS. Tá, a justificação não é o que &lt;i&gt;o seria?,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a verdade é que o SUS nasceu da redemocratização nesse país, no final da década de 1980, da luta pelas conquistas sociais. E como tudo que é social é vilipendiado pelos peixes grandes. O SUS enfrenta inúmeros obstáculos, o preconceito por parte de uma classe média que se vê mais como nobre do que como arraia miúda, ataques midiáticos, a péssima estrutura em muitos setores, a enorme demanda, a lógica desumanizante e egoísta de muitos dos seus profissionais (a relação médico-paciente está indo pelas cucuias, capengando), enfim, são incontáveis. Por outro lado este sistema tem sim pessoas bem intencionadas, que acreditam na qualidade do público, pessoas que construíram o melhor sistema de transplantes de órgãos totalmente público do mundo, o melhor sistema de vacinação gratuita; o cenário é de avanços e resistência como falei a pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Decerto que há mais várias mãos de argumentos do porquê disto aqui está de pernas bambas, muito menos país do futuro do que ovacionam por aí, certamente dedicarei alguns posts sobre isso...o objetivo desse é explicitar que este país é sim tropical, mas se é abençoado por Deus aí são outros quinhentos... E se for tem público vip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-477906942845431469?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/477906942845431469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=477906942845431469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/477906942845431469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/477906942845431469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/08/moro-num-pais-tropical-abencoado-por.html' title='&quot;Moro num país tropical, abençoado por Deus e bonito por natureza&quot;'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-7416525047203983263</id><published>2011-07-20T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:59:09.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas</title><content type='html'>Tem pessoas e pessoas nesta terrinha. Digo isso porque abri a minha caixa de e-mail hoje e em resposta a um e-mail meu, minha professora queridíssima de módulo clínico 1 me deixou esta mensagem:&lt;br /&gt;"Lembre-se treinamento é fazer melhor e desenvolvimento é ser melhor" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Virgínia, me leva no seu bolso vai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-7416525047203983263?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7416525047203983263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=7416525047203983263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7416525047203983263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7416525047203983263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/pessoas.html' title='Pessoas'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-5999418386792492248</id><published>2011-07-17T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T08:16:07.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do 3º semestre!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FR-uBI1b8UY/TiL8MAOnpbI/AAAAAAAAATM/vc92hyEkZBg/s1600/Sala+de+espera+3%25C2%25BA+sem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FR-uBI1b8UY/TiL8MAOnpbI/AAAAAAAAATM/vc92hyEkZBg/s320/Sala+de+espera+3%25C2%25BA+sem.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A sala de espera do módulo de propedêutica foi uma das melhores experiências deste semestre. Ainnn...no quarto semestre eu vou ser muito mais médica...&lt;br /&gt;Bom, enfim, passou o terceiro, agora é curtir as minhas meia férias, porque estou cheia de atividades extracurriculares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-5999418386792492248?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5999418386792492248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=5999418386792492248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5999418386792492248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5999418386792492248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-3-semestre.html' title='Do 3º semestre!!!!!'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FR-uBI1b8UY/TiL8MAOnpbI/AAAAAAAAATM/vc92hyEkZBg/s72-c/Sala+de+espera+3%25C2%25BA+sem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-4301650104344724311</id><published>2011-07-04T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T11:47:42.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que eu me esbarro [1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;" Não vale a pena sangrar por sangrar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Crescer de véspera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-4301650104344724311?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4301650104344724311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=4301650104344724311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4301650104344724311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4301650104344724311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-que-eu-me-esbarro-1.html' title='Do que eu me esbarro [1]'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-3580128866588996247</id><published>2011-07-01T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T05:53:11.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Même</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em resposta ao desafio do même da querida Marisa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Existe um livro que relerias várias vezes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Viva o povo brasileiro do João Ubaldo Ribeiro, Vidas Secas (eu adoro essa demais) do Graciliano Ramos, Desonra do J. M. Coetze e com certeza o que eu estou a acabar do Saramago que é o Memorial do Convento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Existe algum livro que começaste a ler, paraste, recomeçaste, tentaste e tentaste e nunca conseguiste ler até ao fim?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;A insustentável leveza do ser do Kundera, acho que eu não estava no momento para o estilo de literatura dele, mas tenho muita curiosidade pra saber qual é o brilhantismo dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; line-height: 18px;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se escolhesses um livro para ler no resto da tua vida, qual seria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Essa resposta é muito difícil...acho que Viva o povo Brasileiro ou algum do Saramago(ainda não li todos para saber qual, mas eu adoro ele).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; line-height: 18px;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Que livro gostarias de ter lido mas que, por algum motivo, nunca leste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;A pilha que está aqui na minha estante. Vou destacar a Microfísica do poder do Foucault e o Jardineiro Fiel do Carré (próximo da enorme lista).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.Que livro leste cuja “cena final” jamais conseguiste esquecer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;O fim do livro O estrangeiro do Cammus, foi muito emocionante!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Tinhas o hábito de ler quando eras criança? Se lias, qual era o tipo de leitura?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Eu li alguns indicados na escola, sem muitos destaques, mas iniciei com os do Paulo Coelho ("O alquimista" me empolgou muito) e passei aos livros por curiosidade mesmo. Destaco "O mundo de Sofia" do Jostein Gaarder que me marcou muito e "Morte e vida severina" do João Cabral de Melo Neto (é belíssimo!!!) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Qual o livro que achaste chato mas ainda assim leste até ao fim? Porquê?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Antes de nascer o mundo" do Mia Couto. Eu geralmente preciso de um tempo(umas 50 páginas) para me adaptar a escrita e ritmo dos autores. Eu confesso que me arrastei até emergir no mundo do Mia Couto. Eu recomendo este livro porque trata do mundo colonizado africano (não me recordo qual país a história se passa) de uma forma diferente, aos olhos de uma família que se isolou e criou uma outra civilização para si. Ele é muito bom, mas eu penei um pouco na leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Indica alguns dos teus livros preferidos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Os de medicina?!uahauahuh...brincadeirinha...Saramago( Memorial do convento, O conto da Ilha desconhecida e o Ensaio sobre a cegueira), Geoge Orweel ( 1984), Cammus (O estrangeiro), Coetzee (Elizabeth Costelo e Desonra), Graciliano Ramos(Vidas Secas), Noah Gordon (O físico), Jostein Gaarder (O mundo de Sofia) e o que eu coloquei nos preferidos(os que não citei aqui).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Que livro estás a ler?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Todo paciente tem uma história pra contar" da Lisa Sanders e o "Memorial do Convento" do Saramago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Indica dez amigos para responderem a este inquérito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Vou pensar aqui, depois eu completo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #080808; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-3580128866588996247?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3580128866588996247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=3580128866588996247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3580128866588996247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3580128866588996247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/meme.html' title='Même'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-9221193034198204272</id><published>2011-06-25T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T16:21:44.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me identificando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/xVhtX1pZS6M/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVhtX1pZS6M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xVhtX1pZS6M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S. 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color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tá explicado porque são os quase &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;seis anos&lt;/span&gt; mais felizes e importantes da minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E eu não me canso de declarar isso, porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;grita dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;, de todas as formas possíveis.&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/2870654314620339045-1605534907342536300?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1605534907342536300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1605534907342536300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1605534907342536300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1605534907342536300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/05/constatacao-9627.html' title='Constatação [9627...]'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6872901293380033755</id><published>2011-05-22T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T16:40:34.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltando a elocubrar...</title><content type='html'>E cá estou tamborilando sobre os sentidos. Descobrindo o quanto o meu eu anda a me exigir erudição de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;O tanto que hei de aprender sobre os mistérios da existência, quaisquer que sejam.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe de uma, eu corro, corro e descubro que o melhor é andar devagar para saber saborear a simplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu me sintonizo, será?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6872901293380033755?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6872901293380033755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=6872901293380033755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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aprumar emocionalmente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-901783165331001216?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/901783165331001216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=901783165331001216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/901783165331001216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/901783165331001216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/05/da-rotina-2.html' title='Da rotina [2]'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-9039308466235725319</id><published>2011-05-08T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:29:45.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatação [1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;A paixão é uma faca de dois gumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-9039308466235725319?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6875385333740183088</id><published>2011-05-05T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T16:52:09.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As coisas estão caminhando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5/05/2011 - 20h33 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;STF aprova por unanimidade a união gay &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div id="ad-180x150-1" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="adLabel"&gt;Publicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bn.uol.com.br/event.ng/Type=click&amp;amp;FlightID=136695&amp;amp;AdID=317664&amp;amp;C=0&amp;amp;TargetID=21109&amp;amp;ASeg=&amp;amp;AMod=&amp;amp;AOpt=0&amp;amp;Segments=138,385,396,439,500,544,547,566,866,882,1412,1451,2254,2407,2414,2695,2871,3083,3172,3680,4415,4986,5321,5561,5929,6593,6726,6759,6761,6891,6923,6946,7473,7954,8874,8900,9187,9585,9586,10545,11156,11253,11375,11836,12420,13762,14000,14004,14006,14007,14008,14014,14026,14027,14035,14037,14048,14084,14089,14148&amp;amp;Targets=435,18980,6444,598,21109,883,2481,3070,4361,7418,8342,8524,12112,17630,20296&amp;amp;Values=51,60,84,100,150,200,209,211,342,349,374,382,390,409,484,697,958,998,1039,12349,12356,12405,12573,12971,14779,15020&amp;amp;RawValues=&amp;amp;Redirect=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.certisign.com.br%2F%3Fcod_rev%3D6963" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="articleBy" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;DE SÃO PAULO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O STF (Supremo Tribunal Federal) reconheceu nesta quinta-feira a  equiparação da união homossexual à heterossexual. O presidente do  Supremo, Cezar Peluzo, deu o décimo e último voto a favor da união gay  na noite de hoje. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://f.i.uol.com.br/folha/multimidia/images/icn-videocast-14x14.gif" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://aovivo.folha.uol.com.br/tvfolha/index.shtml"&gt;STF julga ações sobre união de homossexuais; veja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://f.i.uol.com.br/folha/multimidia/images/icn-pdf-14x14.gif" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://media.folha.uol.com.br/cotidiano/2011/05/05/voto_ayres_britto.pdf"&gt;Leia a íntegra do voto do ministro Ayres Britto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/cotidiano/911993-toda-pessoa-tem-o-direito-de-constituir-familia-diz-ministro.shtml"&gt;'Toda pessoa tem o direito de constituir família', diz ministro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/cotidiano/911969-marco-aurelio-vota-a-favor-da-uniao-homoafetiva.shtml"&gt;Marco Aurélio vota a favor da união homoafetiva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/cotidiano/911812-lewandowski-e-barbosa-tambem-votam-a-favor-da-uniao-gay.shtml"&gt;Lewandowski e Barbosa também votam a favor da união gay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/cotidiano/911906-ministro-gilmar-mendes-da-sexto-voto-a-favor-da-uniao-gay.shtml"&gt;Ministro Gilmar Mendes dá sexto voto a favor da união gay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/cotidiano/911786-ministra-carmen-lucia-da-terceiro-voto-a-favor-da-uniao-gay.shtml"&gt;Ministra Cármen Lúcia dá terceiro voto a favor da união gay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/cotidiano/911777-ministro-fux-da-segundo-voto-a-favor-da-relacao-homoafetiva.shtml"&gt;Fux dá segundo voto a favor da relação homoafetiva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/cotidiano/911458-ayres-britto-vota-a-favor-da-uniao-gay-sessao-continua-na-5.shtml"&gt;Ministro Ayres Britto vota a favor da união gay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/cotidiano/911305-stf-ouve-advogados-para-decidir-sobre-uniao-homoafetiva.shtml"&gt;STF ouve advogados para decidir sobre união homoafetiva&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A decisão tem efeito vinculante, ou seja, alcança toda sociedade. Os  ministros foram autorizados a decidir processos pendentes  individualmente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apesar de não falar em igualdade, mas em equiparação --fazendo ressalvas  como os ministros Ricardo Lewandowski e Gilmar Mendes-- o ministro  afirmou que Constituição não exclui outras modalidades de entidade  familiar, mas reconhece que há lacuna normativa a ser preenchida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para Peluzo, assim como para Mendes, o Legislativo deve regulamentar a  equiparação com a união estável heterossexual. Lewandowski havia falado  anteriormente que existem alguns direitos que são exclusivos a uma  relação formada por pessoas de sexo oposto, mas não especificou. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na prática, a decisão viabiliza para os homossexuais direitos como pensão, herança e adoção. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dez ministros votaram, apenas o ministro Dias Toffoli não participou da  sessão, pois se declarou impedido de se posicionar, já que atuou no  processo quando era da AGU (Advocacia-Geral da União). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A decisão do STF não é equivalente a uma lei sobre o assunto. O artigo  1.723 do Código Civil estabelece a união estável heterossexual como  entidade familiar. O que o supremo fez foi estender este reconhecimento a  casais gays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora, se um clube vetar o nome de um companheiro homossexual como  dependente, por exemplo, o casal pode entrar na Justiça e provavelmente  ganhará a causa, pois os juízes tomarão sua decisão com base no que  disse o STF sobre o assunto, reconhecendo a união estável. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HISTÓRICO&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta é a primeira vez que o STF avalia se a união entre pessoas do mesmo  sexo pode ser enquadrada no regime jurídico de união estável e analisa  se a união homoafetiva pode ser considerada como entidade familiar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Duas ações estão em pauta. A primeira, ajuizada em fevereiro de 2008, é  do governador reeleito do Rio, Sérgio Cabral (PMDB). Ele pede que o  Código Civil e que o Estatuto dos Servidores Civis do Estado não façam  qualquer discriminação entre casais heterossexuais e homossexuais no que  diz respeito ao reconhecimento legal da união estável. A ação afirma  que posicionamentos discriminatórios se chocam com princípios  constitucionais como o direito à igualdade e à liberdade e o princípio  da dignidade da pessoa humana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A ação também alega que a situação atual, com sentenças conflitantes no  Estado e em todo o país, contraria o princípio constitucional da  segurança jurídica. O governador afirma ter interesse na ação porque no  Estado existe grande número de servidores que são parte em uniões  homoafetivas estáveis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Diante disso, colocam-se para o governador e para a administração  pública questões relevantes relativas às normas sobre licenças por  motivo de doença de pessoa da família ou para acompanhamento de cônjuge,  bem como sobre previdência e assistência social", diz a ação. O  governador também afirma que, como há numerosos casais homossexuais no  Rio, se vê na obrigação de pleitear o direito de parcela dos cidadãos do  Estado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A outra ação em análise, da Procuradoria-Geral da República, foi  ajuizada em julho de 2009. O pedido é semelhante: que o STF declare  obrigatório o reconhecimento, no Brasil, da união de pessoas do mesmo  sexo como entidade familiar. Também pede que os mesmos direitos dos  casais heterossexuais sejam estendidos aos casais homossexuais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O processo, de 322 páginas, tramitava sob responsabilidade da ministra  Ellen Gracie até março deste ano, quando foi redistribuído para Ayres  Britto por tratar de tema semelhante ao que já estava sendo analisado  pelo ministro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tagline"&gt;Com &lt;b&gt;FELIPE SELIGMAN&lt;/b&gt;, DE BRASÍLIA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6875385333740183088?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6875385333740183088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-5025497991718222267</id><published>2011-05-01T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:29:46.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do cotidiano[2]</title><content type='html'>Seu moço, me vê menos empolgação pra eu poder ficar mais tranquila por favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-5025497991718222267?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5025497991718222267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-5560652523595723598</id><published>2011-04-29T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:44:47.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que fala por dentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"If I lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Would you lay whith me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and just forget the world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-5560652523595723598?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5560652523595723598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=5560652523595723598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5560652523595723598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5560652523595723598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-que-fala-por-dentro.html' title='O que fala por dentro'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6763253468657213640</id><published>2011-04-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T12:58:35.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em sentido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há uma crise dentro de mim. Que lateja, que fala, que cala, que frustra-me e angustia-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do outro lado, há quem respeita, quem cuida, quem brilha e se perde, quem&lt;br /&gt;se inebria contemplando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No fundo, é querer está guardada, ninada, protegida, porque há dias em que o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mundo é grande e mal. Há dias em que metade da gente é medo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A verdade é que é só sentir. Só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6763253468657213640?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6763253468657213640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=6763253468657213640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6763253468657213640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6763253468657213640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/04/em-sentido.html' title='Em sentido.'/><author><name>Muita 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;consciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-4305013962717645440?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4305013962717645440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=4305013962717645440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4305013962717645440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4305013962717645440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Os testes, quase todo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Mas me vê tempo pra dormir e respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Difícil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-3789535108573390221?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3789535108573390221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=3789535108573390221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3789535108573390221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3789535108573390221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/da-rotina.html' title='Da rotina'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-4600990351185910801</id><published>2011-03-17T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:48:42.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elocubrando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Eu, definitivamente, sou uma multidão dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-4600990351185910801?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4600990351185910801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=4600990351185910801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4600990351185910801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4600990351185910801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/elocubrando.html' title='Elocubrando...'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-8188806957537980860</id><published>2011-03-15T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:25:56.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa de mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Gente, por que mulher tem enxaqueca menstrual e mais dor na pelve (vulgo bacia), na coluna, de cabeça, indisposição, as vezes os quase sempre cólicas que vão das suportáveis as infernais, sonolência e mesmo assim tem que fazer tudo igual aos homens? Não vou mentir que ser mulher pra mim é maravilhoso, até porque acho mesmo que somos muito mais inteligentes do que os homens, mas tem seus infortúnios né?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Eu queria umas aulas de natação e de música, umas sessões de RPG e pilates pra minha vida ser menos dolorida. Pronto, falei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Das news, o 3º semestre começou, a vida já tá agitada, estou no ano mais cansativo da medicina, desejem-me sorte e fôlego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;:D&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/2870654314620339045-8188806957537980860?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8188806957537980860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=8188806957537980860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8188806957537980860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8188806957537980860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/coisa-de-mulher.html' title='Coisa de mulher'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-8235541229155956684</id><published>2011-03-09T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T02:21:16.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecendo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/rrlSC9NcHvs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rrlSC9NcHvs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rrlSC9NcHvs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LGkYtuihwa0/TXgndnzp5qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5Wx2YY-EwXA/s1600/L%25C3%25ADrio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LGkYtuihwa0/TXgndnzp5qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5Wx2YY-EwXA/s200/L%25C3%25ADrio.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;"E aceito ser seu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;e viver esse amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sempre lembro de ti quando escuto isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-8235541229155956684?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8235541229155956684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=8235541229155956684&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8235541229155956684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8235541229155956684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/coisas-lindas.html' title='Agradecendo...'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-LGkYtuihwa0/TXgndnzp5qI/AAAAAAAAAS0/5Wx2YY-EwXA/s72-c/L%25C3%25ADrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-3336596912325090078</id><published>2011-03-04T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:03:25.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha realização maior em qualquer coisa que eu me outorgo fazer, ser ou, até mesmo, sentir é dar o máximo de mim. Dedicação é uma potência que encabeça a minha lista de prioridade. É um dos valores que me compõe porque desde que eu comecei a me entender por gente eu percebi que ela me faz sonhar, me movimenta, me realiza, me leva a me apaixonar todos os dias, independente das intempéries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outro sentimento que eu acho louvável é a obrigação, não no sentido mais fácil de entendê-la, o obrigar-se num tom de guerra consigo mesma. Para mim, obrigação tem sentido de reciprocidade, de gratidão, de respeito. Talvez seja uma forma minha de vê-la. Que seja... O fato é que estes sentimentos, se assim posso defini-los, me fazem pulsar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-3336596912325090078?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3336596912325090078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=3336596912325090078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3336596912325090078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3336596912325090078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1684364803654589635</id><published>2011-02-25T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:27:29.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Há tempos</title><content type='html'>Que estou apaixonada por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Paixão&lt;/span&gt; que não quer saber de horas&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz lembrar mil vezes muitos momentos do seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-os e revivo-os.&lt;br /&gt;Que me deixa à flor da pele.&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz pensar que olhos iguais aos teus não existem.&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz ter certeza que o seu sorriso é o mais perfeito de todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-1684364803654589635?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1684364803654589635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1684364803654589635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1684364803654589635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1684364803654589635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/02/ha-tempos.html' title='Há tempos'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-7770970452800627851</id><published>2011-02-23T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T18:47:36.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De um dia, de memória, de essência.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptA0OElFkrg/TWXGdspWbXI/AAAAAAAAASw/nZBcUVRBlYY/s1600/Inf%25C3%25A2ncia.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptA0OElFkrg/TWXGdspWbXI/AAAAAAAAASw/nZBcUVRBlYY/s320/Inf%25C3%25A2ncia.1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mais&amp;nbsp;um pouco que a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt; quer..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-7770970452800627851?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7770970452800627851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=7770970452800627851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7770970452800627851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7770970452800627851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-um-dia-de-memoria-de-essencia.html' title='De um dia, de memória, de essência.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptA0OElFkrg/TWXGdspWbXI/AAAAAAAAASw/nZBcUVRBlYY/s72-c/Inf%25C3%25A2ncia.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-8082459117206597983</id><published>2011-02-21T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:46:08.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu explico</title><content type='html'>Tudo é vontade de estar o mais perto possível de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil não ter isso.&lt;br /&gt;A sensação é involuntária, paira de mim para o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu entendo que tudo tem sido da melhor forma possível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-8082459117206597983?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8082459117206597983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=8082459117206597983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8082459117206597983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8082459117206597983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-explico.html' title='Eu explico'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-5336599275954992636</id><published>2011-02-21T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:34:32.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre mim.</title><content type='html'>Quando eu me escuto o idioma é música, beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu me falo por dentro é liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;No fundo é ela que eu sonho pra todos,&lt;br /&gt;em infinitas formas.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rocha, Rosa e Lindo hoje eu olhei pra vocês e vi uma beleza imensa,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;e me escutei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-5336599275954992636?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5336599275954992636/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=5336599275954992636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5336599275954992636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5336599275954992636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/02/sobre-mim.html' title='Sobre mim.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-4982811748071537783</id><published>2011-02-20T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T14:46:18.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que faz os seres humanos serem humanos:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/TlNNIL6_P5I/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlNNIL6_P5I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlNNIL6_P5I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sendo assim. .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sem demora pra me sentir&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Como agora tão sem fim&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tão melhor, o maior sobre mim"&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;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &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/2870654314620339045-4982811748071537783?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4982811748071537783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=4982811748071537783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4982811748071537783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4982811748071537783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-que-faz-os-seres-humanos-serem.html' title='Do que faz os seres humanos serem humanos:'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-3618522588713746602</id><published>2011-02-14T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:52:24.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O discurso do rei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0K5ZOCnkVQs/TVnIvLQ_n0I/AAAAAAAAASs/RpJ8_ZU79_o/s1600/O+discurso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0K5ZOCnkVQs/TVnIvLQ_n0I/AAAAAAAAASs/RpJ8_ZU79_o/s320/O+discurso.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu não aguentei de ansiedade e hoje fui assistir a fita "O discurso do rei". O enredo é histórico e por isso, desde já, quem não tem paciência não se arrisque porque trata-se de um drama com um ritmo tendenciosamente lento e com os requintes dos hábitos da nobreza. Mas assim, o filme trata com bastante inteligência &amp;nbsp;e sensibilidade de uma temática que mexe muito comigo: a superação.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O protagonista, o rei George VI, sofre de uma gagueira que para si é enorme problema de representatividade. Tal problema se agudiza &amp;nbsp;diante da necessidade de um rei que desempenhe um papel de líder numa Inglaterra que vivencia um momento delicado que é o avanço de Hitler,&amp;nbsp;problemas econômicos e a perda do último rei, o George V.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme é um drama conduzido pelo ritmo do esforço de George em superar a sua gagueira e tem na sensibilidade um contrapeso bastante calculado. Com pequenas doses de humor, que me soaram bastante cuidadosas porque algumas vezes quebra o clima de drama, o filme não se desvia da tônica que se propõe . Um personagem que enriquece irrefutavelmente a trama é o terapeuta da fala de George, um contra-cultura, plebeu, ator, feliz, homem simples mas nobre de princípios e questionador &amp;nbsp;das hierarquias que só emburrecem e amontoam os homens de títulos e mais títulos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim, eis um filme com atuações brilhantes, o Colin Firth merece sem pestanejar os prêmios que vem arrebatando, em que o fator superação me fez lembrar o quanto os homens têm essencialmente qualidades admiráveis, as quais assumem contornos dinâmicos e complexos porque quem as detém escrevem suas histórias debruçados sobre o caos e a glória. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-3618522588713746602?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3618522588713746602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=3618522588713746602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3618522588713746602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3618522588713746602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-nao-aguentei-de-ansiedade-e-hoje-fui.html' title='O discurso do rei'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0K5ZOCnkVQs/TVnIvLQ_n0I/AAAAAAAAASs/RpJ8_ZU79_o/s72-c/O+discurso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-2803285661004570704</id><published>2011-02-05T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T16:44:24.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frio na barriga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/E2zz_18jUh0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2zz_18jUh0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2zz_18jUh0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouvindo esta música hoje de manhã, indo para a sua casa, senti um frio na barriga e pensei:&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha direita e minha esquerda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-2803285661004570704?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2803285661004570704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=2803285661004570704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/2803285661004570704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/2803285661004570704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/02/frio-na-barriga.html' title='Frio na barriga'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6715221268963554828</id><published>2011-01-31T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:20:49.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra lembrar de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"A gente quer é um lugar pra gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A gente quer é de papel passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Com festa, bolo e brigadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A gente quer um canto sossegado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A gente quer um canto de sossego (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu sou rapaz direito [moça direita]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fui escolhido pela menina mais bonita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6715221268963554828?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6715221268963554828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=6715221268963554828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6715221268963554828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6715221268963554828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/pra-lembrar-de-ti.html' title='Pra lembrar de ti'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-3418920629778994835</id><published>2011-01-30T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:58:19.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que eu estou ouvindo [3].</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/VdgtI8CteEY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VdgtI8CteEY?f=videos&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VdgtI8CteEY?f=videos&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música me impressiona, emociona, me conduz a introspecção, a uma viagem de contemplação. Tem vozes femininas muito bonitas, mas sempre, sempre!, toquei-me com vozes masculinas, como esta do Luis Kiare, simples, na medida. A canção é de uma beleza de simplicidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-3418920629778994835?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3418920629778994835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=3418920629778994835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3418920629778994835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3418920629778994835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-que-eu-estou-ouvindo-3.html' title='Do que eu estou ouvindo [3].'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1913090797039665500</id><published>2011-01-29T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T03:50:57.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o ano inteiro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TUP-jQIC8fI/AAAAAAAAASk/_zzIGo28RYY/s1600/Porto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TUP-jQIC8fI/AAAAAAAAASk/_zzIGo28RYY/s320/Porto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Neste ano o Porto vai ser o meu livro de cabeçeira, aquele que a gente não desgruda por nada. Serão 12 hs por semana de aula prática de propedêutica e conte mais 12 hs (no mínimo) de estudo em casa. O exame físico é fundamental para eu me tornar uma boa médica. O Porto irá me ajudar a aprimorar o raciocínio clínico, as correlações. Aqui pra nós, ele é lindo né, muito imponente. Por causa dele estou a me apaixonar pelo azul. :D&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/2870654314620339045-1913090797039665500?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1913090797039665500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1913090797039665500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1913090797039665500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1913090797039665500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-o-ano-inteiro.html' title='Para o ano inteiro.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TUP-jQIC8fI/AAAAAAAAASk/_zzIGo28RYY/s72-c/Porto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-5825355307551520707</id><published>2011-01-26T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:34:26.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O novo papel de parede do blogger foi feito pela melhor pessoa que eu pude conhecer até hoje, que, por sinal, me presenteia todos os dias com a sua cumplicidade, autenticidade, simplicidade e, sobretudo, o seu amor. Obrigada viu, ele tem um pouco de cada coisa que me compõe até hoje. Eu amo você demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;P.S. Assuma que você deu o Saramago pra mim, vai. heheheheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-5825355307551520707?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5825355307551520707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=5825355307551520707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5825355307551520707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5825355307551520707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/presente.html' title='Presente'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-3951967123924557778</id><published>2011-01-26T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T04:53:55.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes cansa matar um leão por dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Sim, é sobre mim. Sobre o quanto às vezes é tão difícil lembrar que tenho que estar atenta, me auto-empolgar, aprontar a estrutura e ainda me deparar com as vicissitudes inerentes aos desafios. Nesses momentos me lembro que por mais difíceis que as situações fossem, eu tinha com quem dividir com liberdade, devanear com liberdade, e eu ainda tinha um outro tipo de energia, estava menos cansada desse mundo, bem menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Tudo na vida tem seu tempo, e mudar é uma bela e capciosa constante da natureza, ai de nós contrariá-la. Se por um lado ela nós põe o entusiamo das novas adrenalinas, por outro ela nos faz refém dos velhos modos, construções, confortos etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Decerto que eu não pretendia falar do mudar, em vista disso volto ao ambicionado rumo da querela. A verdade é que eu queria dividir o leme, ou poder largá-lo para dançar. Um outro capitão as vezes nos diminui as responsabilidades. Fato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Mas como tenho de voltar à realidade, que às vezes é tão árdua, que me consome a paciência, o fôlego, alguns neorônios e alguma paz, o jeito é continuar tocando o barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-3951967123924557778?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3951967123924557778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=3951967123924557778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3951967123924557778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3951967123924557778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-vezes-cansa-matar-um-leao-por-dia.html' title='Às vezes cansa matar um leão por dia.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-2067738223580354125</id><published>2011-01-25T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T04:51:13.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da sintonia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Quem está agora ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quem para sempre está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quem para sempre estará..."&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/2870654314620339045-2067738223580354125?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2067738223580354125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=2067738223580354125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/2067738223580354125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/2067738223580354125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/da-sintonia.html' title='Da sintonia.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-8280662320687698150</id><published>2011-01-24T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:09:01.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segredo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;"...Eu não, prefiro assim com você juntinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sem caber de imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Até o fim raiar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-8280662320687698150?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8280662320687698150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=8280662320687698150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8280662320687698150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8280662320687698150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/segredo.html' title='Segredo.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-3998254975675326169</id><published>2011-01-21T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T04:47:56.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do aniversário de Rosa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Nos proporcionar um momento cuja pauta é o quão importante um amigo é para a gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Um abraço daqueles, de saudade, de história, de celebração, de continuidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Risadas, um zilhão de risadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Tequila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Brincadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Mais abraços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Dividir um par de sandálias ficando cada um com um pé queimando no sol quente, de braços dados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Pular ondas gigantes de mãos dadas, rindo, engolindo água, acompanhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não tem preço.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;[Carol, tu fez uma falta viu.]&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/2870654314620339045-3998254975675326169?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3998254975675326169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=3998254975675326169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3998254975675326169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3998254975675326169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-aniversario-de-rosa.html' title='Do aniversário de Rosa.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1824013483384489447</id><published>2011-01-08T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:28:08.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que eu me esbarro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;"Você disse? &amp;nbsp;Eu te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Eu não quero nunca viver sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Você mudou a minha vida. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Você disse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Faça um plano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Trace um objetivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Batalhe por ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Mas sempre, agora e novamente, olhe em volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Beba-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Porque este é o objetivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tudo pode ir embora amanhã." &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Grays anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Definitivamente cru, real e emocionante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-1824013483384489447?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1824013483384489447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1824013483384489447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1824013483384489447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1824013483384489447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-que-eu-me-esbarro.html' title='Do que eu me esbarro.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-2571383860010612299</id><published>2011-01-07T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T14:51:47.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A real é que preciso de tempo. Tempo para ligar o rádio e dançarmos, sem nos preocuparmos com o que está lá fora. Tempo pra te ver dormir. Tempo para fluir, pra paixão ficar no ar, tempo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-2571383860010612299?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2571383860010612299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=2571383860010612299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/2571383860010612299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/2571383860010612299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/constatacao.html' title='Constatação'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-7908063523768573822</id><published>2011-01-07T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T03:17:58.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explica muita coisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eu achava que o oposto do amor era o ódio, na verdade, o oposto do amor é uma espécie de perplexidade dolorida."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Filme: Como esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-7908063523768573822?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7908063523768573822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=7908063523768573822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7908063523768573822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7908063523768573822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2011/01/explica-muita-coisa.html' title='Explica muita coisa'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-7543958762076540604</id><published>2010-12-30T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:33:38.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele permanecerá no meu coração.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Materialmente ele neste ano que finda deixou de existir, mas não deixo de ouvir atenta as suas palavras, as quais &amp;nbsp; de alguma forma não me deixam só e que de outra forma me incomodam. Neste sentido, este incomodo me protege da inércia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terminemos o ano com uma mensagem sua:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://caderno.josesaramago.org/2010/12/31/por-um-ano-melhor/" rel="bookmark" style="color: #333333; text-decoration: none;" title="Link Permanente para Por um ano melhor"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por um ano&amp;nbsp;melhor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;small style="color: #777777; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Dezembro 31, 2010 por Fundação José Saramago&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que cada um de nós deve fazer em primeiro lugar, pois não temos outro remédio, é respeitar as nossas próprias convicções, não calar, seja onde for, seja como for, conscientes de que isso não muda nada, mas que ao fazê-lo, pelo menos tenho a certeza de que eu não estou a mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“José Saramago: ‘La izquierda no tiene ni una puta idea del mundo”,&lt;em&gt;Veintitrés&lt;/em&gt;, Argentina, 7 de Fevereiro de 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px;"&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/2870654314620339045-7543958762076540604?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7543958762076540604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=7543958762076540604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7543958762076540604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7543958762076540604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/ele-permanecera-no-meu-coracao.html' title='Ele permanecerá no meu coração.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-5952886601608925046</id><published>2010-12-30T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:31:32.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboletas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Eu estava vendo o seu blogger e me esbarrei com tanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogdejessicalima.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-mim-pra-vcpor-outros.html" style="color: #741b47;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogdejessicalima.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-mim-pra-vcpor-outros.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;, com a grandiosidade da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogdejessicalima.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-pouco-de-nospor-ela.html"&gt;evolução&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;que nossa vida vem cursando, com tamanha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogdejessicalima.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_968.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;entrega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://blogdejessicalima.blogspot.com/2009/07/borboleta-e-flor-se-ate-o-momento-eu.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;reciprocidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e não pude deixar de ficar grata pelo acaso que me levou até você. Depois, fiquei mais ainda grata pela cumplicidade, pelo respeito, por esse amor(por você) que me é visceral, que me impele a ser melhor, pra ti e para o mundo . Nesse momento senti várias borboletas no coração.&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/2870654314620339045-5952886601608925046?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5952886601608925046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=5952886601608925046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5952886601608925046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5952886601608925046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/borboletas.html' title='Borboletas...'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-7332049023381607295</id><published>2010-12-28T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:36:33.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que eu estou ouvindo [2].</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/quZTdeUgiV8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/quZTdeUgiV8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/quZTdeUgiV8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tenor sensacional! Ele junta o erudito com o popular, e fala &amp;nbsp;ao coração. O clipe é lindo. Como de lei, baixei um cd inteiro para conferir. Música me é essencial, fato.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a3a3a3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;You raise me up: To more than I can be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-7332049023381607295?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7332049023381607295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=7332049023381607295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7332049023381607295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7332049023381607295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-que-eu-estou-ouvindo-2.html' title='Do que eu estou ouvindo [2].'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1045766007009239133</id><published>2010-12-28T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:30:57.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vai começar um dos anos mais difíceis da minha vida, até o momento. Ano de muito estudo, porque vou passar mais tempo na faculdade do que em qualquer lugar deste mundo. Fora de lá, terei que dividir o meu tempo em casa entre estudar e dormir, a privação de sono será grande. Será um ano muito importante pra uma pessoinha, o que por tabela será para mim também. Seja nas aulas incessantes, no cansaço mais que previsto, nos percalços diários, manterei parte de mim ligado em outro espaço-tempo, em outras sensações, em outros desafios. No mais, é mentalizar que nada de muito traumático aconteça, exercitar a calma, a compreensão, a paciência, arregaçar as mangas e tocar o barco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-1045766007009239133?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1045766007009239133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1045766007009239133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1045766007009239133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1045766007009239133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html' title='2011.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-2968707736913695552</id><published>2010-12-27T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:05:45.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele fala por mim [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Trecho de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; "Deus como um problema"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Portanto, quer se queira, quer não, Deus como problema, Deus como pedra no meio do caminho, Deus como pretexto para o ódio, Deus como agente de desunião. Mas desta evidência palmar não se ousa falar em nenhuma das múltiplas análises da questão, sejam elas de tipo político, económico, sociológico, psicológico ou utilitariamente estratégico. É como se uma espécie de temor reverencial ou a resignação ao “politicamente correcto e estabelecido” impedissem o analista de perceber algo que está presente nas malhas da rede e as converte num entramado labiríntico de que não tem havido maneira de sairmos, isto é, Deus. Se eu dissesse a um cristão ou a um muçulmano que no universo há mais de 400 mil milhões de galáxias e que cada uma delas contém mais de 400 mil milhões de estrelas, e que Deus, seja ele Alá ou o outro,&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;não poderia ter feito isto&lt;/em&gt;, melhor ainda,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;não teria nenhum motivo para fazê-lo&lt;/em&gt;, responder-me-iam indignados que a Deus, seja ele Alá ou o outro, nada é impossível. Excepto, pelos vistos, diria eu, fazer a paz entre o islão e o cristianismo, e, de caminho, conciliar a mais desgraçada das espécies animais que se diz terem nascido da sua vontade (e à sua semelhança), a espécie humana, precisamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 11.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Não há amor nem justiça no universo físico. Tão-pouco há crueldade. Nenhum poder preside aos 400 mil milhões de galáxias e aos 400 mil milhões de estrelas existentes em cada uma. Ninguém faz nascer o Sol cada dia e a Lua cada noite, mesmo que não seja visível no céu. Postos aqui sem sabermos porquê nem para quê, tivemos de inventar tudo. Também inventámos Deus, mas esse não saiu das nossas cabeças, ficou lá dentro como factor de vida algumas vezes, como instrumento de morte quase sempre. Podemos dizer “Aqui está o arado que inventámos”, não podemos dizer “Aqui está o Deus que inventou o homem que inventou o arado”. A esse Deus não podemos arrancá-lo de dentro das nossas cabeças, não o podem fazer nem mesmo os próprios ateus, entre os quais me incluo. Mas ao menos discutamo-lo. Já nada adianta dizer que matar em nome de Deus é fazer de Deus um assassino. Para os que matam em nome de Deus, Deus não é só o juiz que os absolverá, é o Pai poderoso que dentro das suas cabeças juntou antes a lenha para o auto-de-fé e agora prepara e ordena colocar a bomba. Discutamos essa invenção, resolvamos esse problema, reconheçamos ao menos que ele existe. Antes que nos tornemos todos loucos. E daí, quem sabe? Talvez fosse a maneira de não continuarmos a matar-nos uns aos outros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 11.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; mso-line-height-alt: 11.1pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Esta entrada foi publicada em Outubro 16, 2008 às 10:58 pm e está arquivada em&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pt.wordpress.com/tag/o-caderno-de-saramago/" title="Ver todos os posts em O Caderno de Saramago"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;O Caderno de Saramago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postmetadata alt" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 30px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 30px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-2968707736913695552?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2968707736913695552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=2968707736913695552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/2968707736913695552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/2968707736913695552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/ele-fala-por-mim-2.html' title='Ele fala por mim [2]'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-8986050086429076224</id><published>2010-12-26T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:32:58.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Competição.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TRe7j2Rd0fI/AAAAAAAAASE/Kn2pOvQvN7M/s1600/competi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TRe7j2Rd0fI/AAAAAAAAASE/Kn2pOvQvN7M/s320/competi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É fato que a competição é uma atitude, um sentimento e uma condição biológica. Os animais competem por alimento, abrigo, fêmeas ou machos,empregos,&amp;nbsp;riqueza, ficadas, glamour, carros. Essa competição se adequa às perspectivas de cada espécie, e diante de tal cenário me inclino a propor uma evolução as avessas, correspondente à sequência proposta ainda a pouco.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Não que a competição seja naturalmente um entrave a natureza, afinal a última está aí &amp;nbsp;devido ao equílibrio caótico de muitos fatores, dentre eles a competição. Acontece que os seres humanos perverteram a competição, tornaram-na um trunfo horrendo e desumanizante, aonde o que vale é a supremacia de um falso ego, pouco criativo e homogeneizante. Perdoem as palavras pesadas!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Bom, o pior de tudo isso é que os competidores &amp;nbsp;não partem de um pré-condição igualitária, a crua desigualdade tempera o clima &amp;nbsp;competição, agudizando mais ainda os desejos e prazeres mais sórdidos de submissão de um pelo outro. Nessa conjuntura, que até então demonstra contornos de uma estrutura, a divisão, a obliteração do indivíduo e a crueldade parecem estar ganhando da solidariedade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Todo esse blá blá blá que eu vos conto aí em cima é para vos dizer que o sentimento natural de competição dentro de mim tem outros contornos; resolvi em algum momentos desta minha vida a competir comigo mesma. Pra não dizer que isso é demasiadamente vaidoso da minha parte, digo que tenho referenciais e que os escolho criteriosamente. Busco-os &amp;nbsp;nos seres humanos simples, bons de coração, e nem por isso menos passíveis de serem cruéis em algumas circunstâncias, uma idéia de como esboçar os caminhos que julgo serem honrosos. Erigi como bons exemplos pessoas caóticas, mas que saem da toca, ou como diz o Jostein Gardder aqueles que sobem ao topo do pêlo aventurando-se, independente dos infortúnios que poderão enfrentar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Por competir comigo mesma assumo a responsabilidade do risco &amp;nbsp;maior : o fracasso diante de mim, só para mim. Talvez seja por isso que é mais tornar o outro o êmulo, pelo menor enfrentamento, pela menor queda, menor dor. Por outro lado, não me escondo, enfrento-me, entendo-me, me surpreendo, mudo de rota. Foi essa a forma que encontrei de perseguir o que posso ser de melhor.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-8986050086429076224?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8986050086429076224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=8986050086429076224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8986050086429076224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8986050086429076224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/competicao.html' title='Competição.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TRe7j2Rd0fI/AAAAAAAAASE/Kn2pOvQvN7M/s72-c/competi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-4281493438579516235</id><published>2010-12-23T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:32:14.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha identidade(segredo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A verdade é que eu sou uma menina, ora vestida de séria, ora vestida de engraçada. Sou daquelas que diz coisas de amor, palavras doces, que suspira, que o coração palpita. Mesmo quando me visto de responsável, devido aos protocolos da existência em sociedade; no fundo, ali há um poço de sensibilidades, de expectativas, de entrega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Por outro lado, nunca fico nua, em carne viva, talvez porque desde cedo me fiz forte pra poder seguir em frente, para pegar um caminho diferente do que me predestinavam.&amp;nbsp;A revelação das minhas fragilidades tem endereço certo, e eu tenho aprendido a não me fazer ou me convecer de que estou no controle. O meu coração tem dona. Tenho três desejos: casar com mulher da minha vida, ter uns filhos e fazer uma pequeníssima parte desse mundo um pouco melhor, sendo melhor. Decerto, mais humana, no sentido mais bom da palavra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;De resto, não gosto de injustiças, por isso aprendi a argumentar, e vou a tons extremos. Essa sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-4281493438579516235?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4281493438579516235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=4281493438579516235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4281493438579516235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4281493438579516235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/minha-identidadesegredo.html' title='Minha identidade(segredo)'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-23211948541322640</id><published>2010-12-22T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:44:12.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu também espero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TRKbSeIw_SI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iprr01HyZxc/s1600/Mafalda..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TRKbSeIw_SI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iprr01HyZxc/s320/Mafalda..jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/2870654314620339045-23211948541322640?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/23211948541322640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=23211948541322640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/23211948541322640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/23211948541322640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-que-eu-tambem-espero.html' title='O que eu também espero.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TRKbSeIw_SI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iprr01HyZxc/s72-c/Mafalda..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6776779807824936615</id><published>2010-12-20T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:56:40.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o amor.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Console', monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Console', monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="cifra-mono" id="ct_cifra" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://200.192.177.245/static/cifraclub/media/img/bg_p.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Console', monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: justify;"&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to prove&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="cifra-mono" id="ct_cifra" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://200.192.177.245/static/cifraclub/media/img/bg_p.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Console', monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre class="cifra-mono" id="ct_cifra" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://200.192.177.245/static/cifraclub/media/img/bg_p.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Console', monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: justify;"&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="cifra-mono" id="ct_cifra" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://200.192.177.245/static/cifraclub/media/img/bg_p.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Console', monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;pre class="cifra-mono" id="ct_cifra" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://200.192.177.245/static/cifraclub/media/img/bg_p.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Console', monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you"&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="cifra-mono" id="ct_cifra" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://200.192.177.245/static/cifraclub/media/img/bg_p.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Console', monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="cifra-mono" id="ct_cifra" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://200.192.177.245/static/cifraclub/media/img/bg_p.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Console', monospace; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.666; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aprendendo a ser com você.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6776779807824936615?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6776779807824936615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=6776779807824936615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6776779807824936615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6776779807824936615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/sobre-o-amor.html' title='Sobre o amor.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-8021169147514632245</id><published>2010-12-20T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:04:49.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da alegria, do descanço.</title><content type='html'>Eu mereço &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FÉRIASSSSSSSSS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;né!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-8021169147514632245?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8021169147514632245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=8021169147514632245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8021169147514632245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8021169147514632245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/da-alegria-do-descanco.html' title='Da alegria, do descanço.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-4868442694529555080</id><published>2010-12-18T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T16:38:02.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que eu estou ouvindo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/6eip5wOd7t8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6eip5wOd7t8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6eip5wOd7t8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou começando a conhecer o trabalho dele. Adorei a voz dele.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-4868442694529555080?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4868442694529555080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=4868442694529555080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4868442694529555080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/4868442694529555080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-que-eu-estou-ouvindo.html' title='Do que eu estou ouvindo.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6832380413966577657</id><published>2010-12-17T15:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:56:42.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TQv4sjFqhiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/oqSSXVMK6H4/s1600/olhos_no_escuro_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TQv4sjFqhiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/oqSSXVMK6H4/s320/olhos_no_escuro_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/2870654314620339045-6832380413966577657?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6832380413966577657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=6832380413966577657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6832380413966577657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6832380413966577657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-dia.html' title='Do dia.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TQv4sjFqhiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/oqSSXVMK6H4/s72-c/olhos_no_escuro_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-8234579150541777870</id><published>2010-12-11T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T11:49:23.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas Mães e Meu Pai (The Kids Are All Right)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TQPVYc5rYwI/AAAAAAAAAR0/s-uMmY1H3pM/s1600/poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TQPVYc5rYwI/AAAAAAAAAR0/s-uMmY1H3pM/s1600/poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, depois de tantos burburinhos sobre esse filme, que está cotadíssimo para concorrer ao Oscar deste ano, eu fui assisti-lo. Eis um filme simples, com conflitos humanos, com diálogos enxutos e bem adequados a idade e ao desenvolvimento das personagens. Uma coisa que eu gostei muito foi o fato deles, a família entre si, conversar sobre tudo, em algumas situações eles se viravam do avesso para expor suas fragilidades. As confusões internas foram bem reais.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei da condução desta fita, do enredo. A atuação dos filhos deixou um pouco a desejar, em contrapartida as mães e o Rufallo estavam bem estruturados no papel. Pra quem gosta de filme simples, é uma boa dica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-8234579150541777870?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8234579150541777870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=8234579150541777870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8234579150541777870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8234579150541777870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/minhas-maes-e-meu-pai-kids-are-all.html' title='Minhas Mães e Meu Pai (The Kids Are All Right)'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TQPVYc5rYwI/AAAAAAAAAR0/s-uMmY1H3pM/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-7822449603163106921</id><published>2010-12-05T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T08:35:33.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da minha história</title><content type='html'>Sempre me apaixonei por um ou outro professor que me apareceu nesta vida. Seja porque eles representavam o que eu achava belo, fascinante, e por isso eu queria ser um pouco que nem eles, seja porque eles se emprestavam a mim como uma figura paterna ou materna. A verdade é que algumas coisas que eles me ensinaram, e isso está longe de ser fórmulas matemáticas, mecanismos biológicos ou eventos humanos, eu exerço com orgulho, internalizei-as. Sou feliz pelas pessoas que o acaso me permitiu conhecer, compartilhar e nutrir nesta caminhada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-7822449603163106921?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7822449603163106921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=7822449603163106921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7822449603163106921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7822449603163106921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/da-minha-historia.html' title='Da minha história'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-7415944781589255256</id><published>2010-11-22T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:46:02.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 anos.</title><content type='html'>Eu me sinto feliz sim, tenho algumas energias, uma mulher genial do lado, que me faz lembrar do que eu sou, do que eu devo ser todos os dias, alguns amigos que posso aventurar, brincando de ser feliz, e não deixo de perseguir a sensibilidade. Quanta sorte hein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-7415944781589255256?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7415944781589255256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=7415944781589255256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7415944781589255256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7415944781589255256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/11/23-anos.html' title='23 anos.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-7099458687495356351</id><published>2010-11-20T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:12:52.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concepções</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;São inúmeras as definições do amor. São inúmeros tipos de amor. Saber ao certo, definir milimetricamente&amp;nbsp; o que se sente quando concluímos que estamos viajando nele me parece ser uma tarefa muito difícil. Mas o amor não se realiza no que se sente, ele ganhou ao longo das histórias dos homens inúmeras materialidades. Por amor o homem construiu tumbas torneadas de riquezas, por amor os homens matam, põe o seu peito de encontro a uma bala. Por amor o homem criou a fidelidade, ele despe o máximo que pode expor de si. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Todos nós sabemos que a fidelidade, como todos os valores dos seres humanos, está imersa em contextos específicos, contextos culturais particulares. No caso da cultura ocidental, os homens personificaram a fidelidade no matrimônio, leia-se na exclusividade conjugal. Não que eles sigam a ferro e fogo tal façanha, parece-me mais comum que eles se comportam mais como animais, que são!, quando o assunto são os desejos da carne. Em contrapartida, a exclusividade conjungal, longe de ser superficialmente entendida como uma prisão, como um valor recactobanal, abre possibilidades de desenvolvimentos estreitos, de inventividades no que esboçamos ser a tão cobiçada liberdade, de uma oportunidade de se despir num terreno que arriscamos mais por acharmos sê-lo seguro. Tá... nem sempre é assim. Concordo. A verdade é que tudo é um risco desde que assumamos a adrenalina de escolher. Seja uma exígua margem de escolhas ou o contrário. O fato é que nunca estamos totalmente livres, porque estamos aprisionados a dependência do outro, da natureza, desses corpos, de nós mesmos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O que nos impulsiona nesta terra de gregos e troianos é o que decidimos ser, o que sonhamos, o que valorizamos, ou, na mais selvagem e não menos humana situação, o que puramente queremos sentir.&amp;nbsp; Há quem diga que uma é um cárcere e que a outra é campo fortuito, vice e versa. O que não me deixo esquecer de levar no lombo são os valores que julgo serem básicos, como o da família, que somente puderam ter sido erigidos sobre a fidelidade, no desafio diário de invenções que contrariam a nossa tenra natureza. Mas com o ser humano, desde quando assim nomeou-se, não tem sido assim?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&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/2870654314620339045-7099458687495356351?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7099458687495356351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=7099458687495356351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7099458687495356351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7099458687495356351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/11/concepcoes.html' title='Concepções'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-819766427729520958</id><published>2010-11-12T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T05:08:31.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele fala por mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;O que influencia o&amp;nbsp;amanhã&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;small&gt;Por Fundação José Saramago&lt;/small&gt;          A pergunta que todos deveríamos fazer-nos é: Que fiz eu se nada mudou? Deveríamos viver mais no dessassossego. Não haverá amanhã se não mudarmos o hoje. Como se conta em &lt;em&gt;A Caverna&lt;/em&gt;, tudo o que levamos às costas é passado e todo esse passado, incluindo a desesperança e a desilusão, é o que influencia o amanhã. Há que fazer o trabalho todos os dias com as mãos, a cabeça, a sensibilidade, com tudo.&lt;br /&gt;“Antes el burócrata típico era un pobre diablo, hoy registra todo”, &lt;em&gt;La Nación&lt;/em&gt;, Buenos Aires, 13 de Dezembro de 2000&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.josesaramago.org/detalle.php?id=912"&gt;&lt;em&gt;José Saramago nas Suas Palavras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-819766427729520958?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/819766427729520958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=819766427729520958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/819766427729520958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/819766427729520958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/11/ele-fala-por-mim.html' title='Ele fala por mim.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-7909884486797606257</id><published>2010-10-24T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:19:01.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do cotidiano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TMR4RZ4pdFI/AAAAAAAAARw/2xaXkWjS_mU/s1600/A+gente+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TMR4RZ4pdFI/AAAAAAAAARw/2xaXkWjS_mU/s320/A+gente+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Putz! muito bêbados!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TMR3AyvK2GI/AAAAAAAAARk/5m723vG36DQ/s1600/A+gente+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TMR3AyvK2GI/AAAAAAAAARk/5m723vG36DQ/s320/A+gente+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TMR3CcnpFdI/AAAAAAAAARo/aG42oUzk1c4/s1600/A+gente+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TMR3CcnpFdI/AAAAAAAAARo/aG42oUzk1c4/s320/A+gente+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TMR3EM9-IHI/AAAAAAAAARs/Hd-Gpe2LJfY/s1600/A+gente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TMR3EM9-IHI/AAAAAAAAARs/Hd-Gpe2LJfY/s320/A+gente.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava esperando por uma oportunidade para falar um pouco mais sobre vocês, de forma mais elaborada quem sabe,&amp;nbsp;mas resolvi que deveria falar quando o meu coração falasse.&amp;nbsp;E quando eu vi a cena do Gray's que eu transcrevi a fala abaixo, só lembrei de vocês. Muitas coisas boas aconteceram na minha vida este ano e muitas coisas difíceis também. E eu tenho me sentido acompanhada cinco dias por semana, as vezes seis, sete. A convivência tem sido intensa. Eu tenho sido feliz por tudo e por vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas há também a teoria de que a família em que você nasce&lt;br /&gt;é simplesmente um ponto de partida.&lt;br /&gt;Eles te alimentam, te vestem, cuidam de você&lt;br /&gt;até você estar pronto para sair pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;e encontrar a sua tribo."&lt;br /&gt;Cap. 12. 2º temporada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-7909884486797606257?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7909884486797606257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=7909884486797606257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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impele a não inércia,&lt;br /&gt;que me incita a admiração.&lt;br /&gt;Ser/é este amor, palpável, abstrato, infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;12/10/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6140423763288771835?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6140423763288771835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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diária!</title><content type='html'>"Há que ter em conta que a distância entre os que têm e os que não têm  apenas tem paralelismo com a distância entre os que sabem e os que não  sabem, e os que não têm são os que não sabem: são condenados desde que  nascem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saramago: ‘La Navidad es una burbuja consumista que nos aísla del Apocalipsis”, Agencia EFE, Madrid, 25 de Dezembro de 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-1520919507227603258?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1520919507227603258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1520919507227603258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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horas.</title><content type='html'>"O mundo vai girando&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais veloz&lt;br /&gt;A gente espera do mundo&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo espera de nós&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de calma&lt;br /&gt;Até quando o corpo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de alma&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, a vida não para&lt;br /&gt;A vida não para não..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-8991174597065594629?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8991174597065594629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=8991174597065594629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8991174597065594629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8991174597065594629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/10/das-ultimas-horas.html' title='Das últimas horas.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1836938806598096314</id><published>2010-10-03T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:27:21.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De mim, dos últimos tempos.</title><content type='html'>Nunca fui viciada em atenção não, embora o meu carisma acabe atraindo algumas pessoas. Gosto de ser perfeccionista sem ser notada. Tá quase impossível isso. Pra completar tenho o dom da fala, gosto da polidez e de me ser comunicável. Não adianta ter boas idéias sem ser comunicável. Ademais, eu cresço com os debates.&lt;br /&gt;Não era sobre isso que eu queria escrever, era sobre o meu desejo de ter atenção.&lt;br /&gt;Eu por muito tempo &amp;nbsp;trabalhei para erigir um método de proteção, cheio válvulas de scapes. Não suportava o fato de estar a mercê de outrem para suprir expectativas minhas. Pra completar, sou viciada em trabalho, em estar ocupada, principalmente porque sou pouco tolerável as minhas não perfeições. Digo de coisas factíveis viu gente.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho querido atenção, das mínimas e corriqueiras. Estou dando férias as minhas exigências narcisistas. O que eu queria agora era discutir sobre minhas idéias acerca da minha faculdade, do meu desempenho, sobre minha memória, sobre as coisas que não compreendo bem, sobre meu sufoco por não está me desenvolvendo intelectualmente e em termos de literatura, sobre os meus desejos sentimentais, de momento mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estou de TPM não, nada de momentos inflamados. Só resolvi assumir que neste momento da minha vida arranjei um time para não ser, ou me mostrar, auto-suficiente. Resolvi que posso estar sensível e pronto, sem precisar mascarar um zilhão de sentimentos, impressões.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao mundo das coisas, do trabalho, nesse não posso dar muito jeito, nem tenho muitas escolhas. Por hora é tocar pra frente e ver o que acontece. Mas no que diz respeito as minhas sensibilidades, vou deixá-las aflorarem.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-1836938806598096314?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1836938806598096314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1836938806598096314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1836938806598096314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1836938806598096314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/10/de-mim-dos-ultimos-tempos.html' title='De mim, dos últimos tempos.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-7889377516363327285</id><published>2010-09-25T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:54:55.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já lhes falei sobre estar bem acompanhada, sobre o quanto eu prezo isso. Tenho gostado dos meus amigos da Faculdade, na verdade, me surpreendi com o acolhimento, mútuo, ao seu tempo, e com reservas consideráveis.&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi muito a conviver com as pessoas, não deixado de ser o que valorizo, mas não me fazendo intolerante aos que não fazem jus ao que pra mim é fundante. Eu estou bem porque sei para aonde voltar, porque&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt; me se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; está a minha espera. Sempre tem ela, e quando caio em mim, nessa constatação, o que externo é um sorriso largo, sem reservas, sem limites de felicidade. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-7889377516363327285?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7889377516363327285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=7889377516363327285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7889377516363327285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/7889377516363327285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/ja-lhes-falei-sobre-estar-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-8567168254611855173</id><published>2010-09-24T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:14:37.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E a gente gasta tanto tempo com o que acaba sendo nada. Adoro saber e sentir que me alimento do simples, dos abraços.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-8567168254611855173?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8567168254611855173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=8567168254611855173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8567168254611855173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/8567168254611855173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-gente-gasta-tanto-tempo-com-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-5748478997191154135</id><published>2010-09-23T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:24:09.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Descoberta: eu sou ciumenta, fato!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-5748478997191154135?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5748478997191154135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=5748478997191154135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5748478997191154135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5748478997191154135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/descoberta-eu-sou-ciumenta-fato.html' title=''/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-541671014863741188</id><published>2010-09-23T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:23:23.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cansada, mas adorando estudar neuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-541671014863741188?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/541671014863741188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=541671014863741188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/541671014863741188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/541671014863741188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/cansada-mas-adorando-estudar-neuro.html' title=''/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-5252014658513351770</id><published>2010-09-18T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T17:20:45.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do últimos dias.</title><content type='html'>Eu e minhas fragilidades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-5252014658513351770?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5252014658513351770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=5252014658513351770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5252014658513351770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/5252014658513351770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-e-minhas-fragilidades.html' title='Do últimos dias.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6878197808718631917</id><published>2010-09-17T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T05:26:46.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E eu vou aprendendo a ser ainda mais criteriosa quando o tema é confiança!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6878197808718631917?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6878197808718631917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=6878197808718631917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6878197808718631917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6878197808718631917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-eu-vou-aprendendo-ser-ainda-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6823191773210079205</id><published>2010-09-14T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T11:12:33.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me enfastio com demasiadas superficialidades, eu prefiro o envolvimento de coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se  todo mundo tem medo de partir-se ao meio por uma idéia, por uma defesa,  pelo que se treme, eu continuo acreditando que é sendo, e só se  perseguindo, que se consegue chegar a algum si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu prefiro remediar uma desilusão, que seja!, do que viver se resguardando, evitando a si e aos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por outro lado, eu não deixei de me virar do avesso para erigir um método, sou do tipo que se arrisca em segurança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E  eu acredito nas pessoas, no que elas podem vir a ser, filosofando,  amando, porque essas são os únicos verbos que não devemos nos ousar a  não conjugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Embora eu vislumbre com  o ser a partir de si e para si, eu sou obra do empirismo social. E eu  acabo sendo, de certo modo, uma multidão num corpo só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6823191773210079205?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6823191773210079205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=6823191773210079205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6823191773210079205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6823191773210079205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/um-pouco-de-mim.html' title='Um pouco de mim.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1641158472125451301</id><published>2010-09-12T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:20:16.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>da Rotina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Epidemio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fisio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Neuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"logos"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e lá se vai grande parte do meu tempo acordada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Medicina- Medvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-1641158472125451301?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1641158472125451301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1641158472125451301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1641158472125451301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1641158472125451301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/da-rotina.html' title='da Rotina'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6145611371922695999</id><published>2010-09-05T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T05:10:34.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do últimos dias...</title><content type='html'>Tolerância é a palavra de ordem!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho preferido o silêncio, mesmo sendo fiel as coisas bem ditas!Embora minha cara não esconda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6145611371922695999?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6145611371922695999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=6145611371922695999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6145611371922695999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6145611371922695999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-ultimos-dias.html' title='Do últimos dias...'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6065094638196502299</id><published>2010-09-03T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T05:00:35.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabe lá por mil coisas eu acerdito em amor para a vida toda...E eu prefiro que seja assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6065094638196502299?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6065094638196502299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=6065094638196502299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6065094638196502299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6065094638196502299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/sabe-la-por-mil-coisas-eu-acerdito-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-317173896639075334</id><published>2010-08-24T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:02:29.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neuroanatomia + Fisiologia =</title><content type='html'>a maior parte do meu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/THQlSEPYWGI/AAAAAAAAARE/jkEkWXvJbmI/s1600/CEREBRO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/THQlSEPYWGI/AAAAAAAAARE/jkEkWXvJbmI/s320/CEREBRO.jpg" /&gt;&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/2870654314620339045-317173896639075334?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/317173896639075334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=317173896639075334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/317173896639075334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/317173896639075334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/08/neuroanatomia-fisiologia.html' title='Neuroanatomia + Fisiologia ='/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/THQlSEPYWGI/AAAAAAAAARE/jkEkWXvJbmI/s72-c/CEREBRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-6279792264626544340</id><published>2010-08-02T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:35:50.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falam sobre mim.</title><content type='html'>"E eu não soube voar. entregar-me ao torpor daquele contar de estrelas. Nunca me senti à vontade no sexo. Era, digamos, um território estranho, um idioma desconhecido. O meu acanhamento era mais do que uma simples vergonha. Eu era uma tradutora surda, incapaz de verter em gesto o desejo que falava dentro de mim. Eu era o dente cariado em boca de vampiro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de nascer o mundo. Mia Couto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-6279792264626544340?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6279792264626544340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=6279792264626544340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6279792264626544340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/6279792264626544340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/08/falam-sobre-mim.html' title='Falam sobre mim.'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-9166086223429249578</id><published>2010-07-28T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:10:22.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O pertencimento</title><content type='html'>Todo mundo quer se sentir incluído, mesmo com o crescente afrouxamento dos laços de solidariedade humana, que bem começou lá nos idos do século XVII com a Revolução Industrial. Que digam que relacionamentos bem sedimentados sejam trabalhosos e que por isso o mais prático e just in time seja curtir, pegar ou manter coleguismos de situação, o fato é que todo mundo quer estar inserido em algum grupo. O tema que me envolta em reflexões é: o que é necessário para se sentir em grupo. Muitos vestem, falam, pensam e andam padronizados, ou seja encarnam novos comportamentos. Isso não é novidade para ninguém, o fazer-se na moda estar aí para todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;O que me inquieta é a questão de aonde foi parar a valorização da individualidade das pessoas. Não digo essa individualidade mesquinha e vazia que a nossa geração absorve acriticamente. Digo, uma individualidade debruçada no ato de exercitar a subjetividade, o filosofar sobre o ser-objeto-em si. Não que devamos nos voltar para nós mesmos como um caracol que se volta para a sua concha, e com isso nos descontextualizemos dos mundos que nos cercam, mas que saibamos mais sobre nós, que nos tornemos mais bem entendidos e mais politizados de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Me espanta a superficialidade que as pessoas &amp;nbsp;encarnam em suas vidas, mudam por tudo da mesma forma que trocam de roupa diariamente. Quando não assumem esta postura camaleônica pouco substantiva, resolvem encarnar a tautologia como modo de vida. &lt;br /&gt;Falta muito o exercício do ensaiar ser, mudar, aperfeiçoar, ser de novo. E com tal falta de assetividade a criatividade e a inteligência perdem lugar para o ser-produto em série.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-9166086223429249578?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/9166086223429249578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=9166086223429249578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/9166086223429249578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/9166086223429249578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-pertencimento.html' title='O pertencimento'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-3845554303445654893</id><published>2010-07-10T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:34:36.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TDhdjmkeI0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BEgKdXMRUew/s1600/Meninas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TDhdjmkeI0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BEgKdXMRUew/s320/Meninas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vontade de ficar juntinha, sem caber de imaginar e de namoricar até o fim raiar (parafraseando um pouquinho o Marcelo Camelo).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-3845554303445654893?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3845554303445654893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=3845554303445654893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3845554303445654893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/3845554303445654893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-momento.html' title='Do momento...'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TDhdjmkeI0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BEgKdXMRUew/s72-c/Meninas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1858931346182510947</id><published>2010-07-07T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:01:18.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu gosto de bioquímica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TDUGkh323TI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lHwn1ZuYxlQ/s1600/Lehninger-PrincipiosdeBioquimica3ed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TDUGkh323TI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lHwn1ZuYxlQ/s320/Lehninger-PrincipiosdeBioquimica3ed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por mais que o Lehn seja muito extenso, e que eu tenha que ficar mil anos para terminar de ler um capítulo, pois sou o ser humano mais lerdo do mundo para ler, a bioquímica dele é linda e fascinante. Pena que a minha querida professora de Bioquímica Médica não se tocou que o curso era Bioquímica Médica, não gravação bioquimiquês. Por isso estou na final. Nada mal, pelo menos entendo mais da Bioquímica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-1858931346182510947?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1858931346182510947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1858931346182510947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1858931346182510947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1858931346182510947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-gosto-de-bioquimica.html' title='Eu gosto de bioquímica'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TDUGkh323TI/AAAAAAAAAQs/lHwn1ZuYxlQ/s72-c/Lehninger-PrincipiosdeBioquimica3ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870654314620339045.post-1089202530270323733</id><published>2010-07-06T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:27:10.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estão chegando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TDNYc2yZX3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/4DjHjx8x4QE/s1600/menina+pulando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TDNYc2yZX3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/4DjHjx8x4QE/s320/menina+pulando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Falta só mais uns dez dias pra eu ficar definitivamente de férias...Aiii...ler livros, ouvi música, assistir House Caverna do Dragão e mais tantos filmes, estudar algumas coisas que estou na vontade, namorar muito, passear, passar o dia inteiro no cinema e acordar sem se preocupar com as provas e trabalhos que tenho de fazer. Já estou aguando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870654314620339045-1089202530270323733?l=gasparhistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1089202530270323733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870654314620339045&amp;postID=1089202530270323733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1089202530270323733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870654314620339045/posts/default/1089202530270323733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gasparhistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/estao-chegando.html' title='Estão chegando...'/><author><name>Muita História para contar...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16489612024294264793</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/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/Sdt-36nTTSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CRDGbUw2o20/S220/DSC02485.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ajt4Lgx1N0/TDNYc2yZX3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/4DjHjx8x4QE/s72-c/menina+pulando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
