<?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-3449574126840365346</id><updated>2011-10-02T20:26:04.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapa e Guia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3062329655815601578</id><published>2011-10-02T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T20:26:04.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TELA AZUL</title><content type='html'>o q é passado tem q ser arquivado e o arquivo ser corrompido para o sistema não localizar mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-3062329655815601578?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3062329655815601578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3062329655815601578' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3062329655815601578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3062329655815601578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2011/10/tela-azul.html' title='TELA AZUL'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3064787949612047700</id><published>2011-08-27T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T19:25:29.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alto e Baixo</title><content type='html'>baixo,ALTO,ALTO,baixo,baixo,baixo,ALTO,baixo,ALTO,ALTO,ALTO,baixo,ALTO...assim é como vou me sentindo até conseguir me manter somente ALTO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-3064787949612047700?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3064787949612047700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3064787949612047700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3064787949612047700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3064787949612047700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2011/08/alto-e-baixo.html' title='Alto e Baixo'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-5252606310426754530</id><published>2011-08-27T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:57:12.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big bang</title><content type='html'>Hoje o dia esta sendo difícil.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo me concentrar. Hoje faz um mês que tu saiu, sumiu e eu não entendi.&lt;br /&gt;Um verdadeiro big bang no meu coração. Uma explosão! Um fim!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser um fim, mas pode ser um começo... mas como é difícil recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;esta tudo tão recente e tudo tão agitado... as particulas rompidas estão agitadas....&lt;br /&gt;até elas conseguirem se juntar a outras para criar uma vida nova.. vai um tempo... e muito tempo até poder constituir uma nova vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-5252606310426754530?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/5252606310426754530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=5252606310426754530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/5252606310426754530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/5252606310426754530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-bang.html' title='big bang'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-8249768691558176482</id><published>2011-08-21T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:21:19.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não entendi</title><content type='html'>Não sei o que te fiz, mas continuo te considerando meu melhor amigo. Irei respeitar teu afastamento.&lt;br /&gt;Mas estarei por aqui quando precisar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-8249768691558176482?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/8249768691558176482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=8249768691558176482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8249768691558176482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8249768691558176482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-entendi.html' title='Não entendi'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-7749500003774337893</id><published>2011-08-21T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:15:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E agora?</title><content type='html'>ir ou não ir?&lt;br /&gt;Vai, mas faça o que tu acha melhor para você. Não pense na outra pessoa. Ela não pensa em você, não considera você, por que ainda continua a colocar alguém assim como prioridade? Já está definido o que ela quer. Basta você saber se isso você também quer.&lt;br /&gt;Não se machuque meu amigo. Apenas viva, e leve a vida não tão a sério, e não espere nada dos outros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-7749500003774337893?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/7749500003774337893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=7749500003774337893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7749500003774337893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7749500003774337893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-agora.html' title='E agora?'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-7645318284407533021</id><published>2011-08-21T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:56:14.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frases retiradas por aí.</title><content type='html'>“Raiva e rancor só merece quem se foi sem uma explicação convincente e nunca mais sequer procurou, deixando lacunas que nenhum outro adeus até hoje teve audácia de apagar. Pra você - e não menos que alguém como você - guardei e dedico toda minha raiva e rancor. E o meu amor também.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabito Nunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-7645318284407533021?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/7645318284407533021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=7645318284407533021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7645318284407533021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7645318284407533021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2011/08/frases-retiradas-por-ai.html' title='frases retiradas por aí.'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-513769315808598736</id><published>2011-07-31T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:39:27.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distância</title><content type='html'>Algumas oportunidades quando aparecem temos que decidir rapidamente. Isto ocorreu comigo quando consegui passar para cursar mestrado em uma Universidade em outro estado.&lt;br /&gt;Não pensei duas vezes e fiz minha matricula e fui de mala e cuia para Santa Catarina.&lt;br /&gt;Porém tinha algo que me deixava bem preocupado. Como lidar com a minha filha que ficaria longe de mim?&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que uma amiga me disse: &lt;br /&gt;"Estar distante não precisa ter relação com estar ausente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era isto! Não podia estar ausente, e mesmo longe durante este 1 ano que morei distante geograficamente, fui um pai presente. Me preocupava todo dia, ligava, queria saber como estava, como tinha sido seu dia no colégio, se tinha feito a lição de casa. Ajudava ela a contar nos dedos da mão quantos dias faltavam para o pai visitá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ter pessoas diariamente nas nossas vidas mas que estão ausentes, não se importam com a gente, não se preocupam, não reparam se tu mudou algo no visual, se tu esta triste, feliz... ausência total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estar perto ou longe é muito relativo quando se tem o afeto e a vontade de estar presente na vida da pessoa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-513769315808598736?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/513769315808598736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=513769315808598736' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/513769315808598736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/513769315808598736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2011/07/distancia.html' title='Distância'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-8445148531628421867</id><published>2011-07-27T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:11:12.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que seu tempo será um mês. Daqui a um mês tu mudará.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-8445148531628421867?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/8445148531628421867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=8445148531628421867' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8445148531628421867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8445148531628421867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-tempo.html' title='O Tempo'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4149211442595800059</id><published>2011-07-22T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:43:35.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Das desculpas</title><content type='html'>Nesses dois anos que estou lecionando no ensino superior eu tenho aprendido demais. Tanto em relação as aulas e a convivência com os alunos como nas desculpas que os mesmos utilizam.&lt;div&gt;Em uma relação afetiva, seja ela amizade ou romance, as pessoas também vivem de desculpas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas por que usar as desculpas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por causa do medo! As pessoas tem medo de falar a verdade, de admitir a verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantos computadores queimados? Quantos celulares que não pegam? Te liguei o dia interio, já diria Agostinho Carrara, da grande família.... Minha irmã rasgou o trabalho.... Te mandei, não recebeu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nossa como as pessoas tentaram.. nunca podiam imaginar que a tecnologia iria falhar! A culpa é sempre da tecnologia.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A grande culpada é sempre ela.... nunca conseguimos admitir a nossa culpa... a nossa falha, a nossa falta de vontade de fazer o trabalho! É mais fácil jogar para o além... a tecnologia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah quem disse que a tecnologia não falha (rôbos, cel, micros, pen drive)? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando se trata de desculpa... é ela sempre a condenada... tentei.. eu tentei.. me esforcei.. mas outra coisa não me deixou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pare! Ninguém aqui é palhaço... não é pegadinha do malandro.. não é a mim que você engana... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É a você.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...tu que perde com isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TU que deixa de APRENDER.. de amar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu conheço bem.. já vejo logo de inicio... se tu quiser pegar exame... é com você!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tá a desculpa te possibilita uma segunda oportunidade... pode recuperar a nota!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na universidade tu tem direito a recuperar a nota... no amor nem sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3449574126840365346-4149211442595800059?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4149211442595800059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4149211442595800059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4149211442595800059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4149211442595800059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2011/07/das-desculpas.html' title='Das desculpas'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-2250940698185456062</id><published>2010-11-29T15:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:35:51.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travessia</title><content type='html'>"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas que já têm a forma do nosso corpo... e esquecer os nossos caminhos que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares... (não gosto das mesmas estradas....)&lt;br /&gt;É o tempo da travessia... e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado para sempre à margem de nós mesmos".&lt;br /&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-2250940698185456062?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/2250940698185456062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=2250940698185456062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2250940698185456062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2250940698185456062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/11/travessia.html' title='Travessia'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-1060829377547190215</id><published>2010-11-12T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T07:22:05.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Postura</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"A postura que tens comigo, devia ter com as outras pessoas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A postura que tenho com as outras pessoas eu devia ter com você."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-1060829377547190215?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/1060829377547190215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=1060829377547190215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1060829377547190215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1060829377547190215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/11/postura.html' title='Postura'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-6097411488674281154</id><published>2010-11-09T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:04:49.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O perfume da Lauren</title><content type='html'>Um dos sentidos que mais me fascina é o olfato! Não podemos fugir dele. É impossível não sentir um cheiro, se nao quisermos sentir um cheiro temos que parar de respirar... e sem respirar morremos!&lt;br /&gt;Os cheiros nos rementem a sensações.... Aquele cheiro de comida da mãe, o cheiro de grama molhada, o cheiro de praia, cheiro de bebê.... Mtos destes nos dão um verdadeiro dejavu!&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana durante a dança tive um desses dejavu! Me aproximei de uma colega para dançar e sentia como se tivesse com outra pessoa. Era ela! sim, esse perfume, este cheiro não te pertence! Pertence só a ela, a Lauren!&lt;br /&gt;Dancei uma música e não consegui mais dançar com aquela menina... não era culpa dela, mas é muito estranho dançar com alguem sentido o cheiro de outra pessoa.. de alguem que mesmo não querendo ainda está presente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-6097411488674281154?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/6097411488674281154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=6097411488674281154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6097411488674281154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6097411488674281154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-perfume-da-lauren.html' title='O perfume da Lauren'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-1271747081350350500</id><published>2010-11-04T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:45:35.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Usual</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Superguidis - O Usual&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Durante o tempo curto eu pude conviver&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Com a sensação quase sobrenatural&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De me sentir bem&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas o melhor que você já me fez&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Foi me desperdiçar assim&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;De repente o medo de morrer sozinho me incomoda mais que o usual.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Essa semana navegando no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fer-nandez.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tumblr de uma aluna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  achei uma banda que achei bem interessante o som! Vale a pena ouvir algumas músicas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9YREbmAeIDw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cC_wKVSgvJo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-1271747081350350500?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/1271747081350350500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=1271747081350350500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1271747081350350500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1271747081350350500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/11/usual.html' title='Usual'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-2896552835700482038</id><published>2010-10-15T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:14:48.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como saber se você chateou sua namorada/esposa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/TLiL6ujQItI/AAAAAAAAODg/omj4XXaEoAo/s1600/probabilidades-testosterona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/TLiL6ujQItI/AAAAAAAAODg/omj4XXaEoAo/s400/probabilidades-testosterona.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528322383641846482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via&lt;a href="http://testosterona.blog.br/page/4/"&gt; http://testosterona.blog.br/page/4/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-2896552835700482038?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/2896552835700482038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=2896552835700482038' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2896552835700482038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2896552835700482038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-saber-se-voce-chateou-sua.html' title='Como saber se você chateou sua namorada/esposa?'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/TLiL6ujQItI/AAAAAAAAODg/omj4XXaEoAo/s72-c/probabilidades-testosterona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-8591694270779545869</id><published>2010-10-15T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T09:57:28.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem precisou falar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ontem a noite recebi esse link de um brother por msn... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y6WqSX6xVKo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y6WqSX6xVKo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ele não falou mais nada...  nem eu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-8591694270779545869?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/8591694270779545869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=8591694270779545869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8591694270779545869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8591694270779545869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/10/nem-precisou-falar.html' title='Nem precisou falar'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-2845806794442923761</id><published>2010-10-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:55:47.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Das coisas boas da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Desde a a cumadre @ascatia foi trabalhar em floripa nunca mais rolou uma quarta ou quinta de papo e caipira. Isso faz falta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas aproveitando minhas férias e o feriado vim para floripa vistá-la e fazer 3 dias de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Veja como estou sendo bem tratado....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/TLHuzRlqXPI/AAAAAAAAODI/Vd-awUl4ppk/s1600/IMG_0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/TLHuzRlqXPI/AAAAAAAAODI/Vd-awUl4ppk/s320/IMG_0316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526460782422416626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bolo de macaxeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/TLHvawg2oPI/AAAAAAAAODQ/xioNVNC-R3U/s1600/IMG_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/TLHvawg2oPI/AAAAAAAAODQ/xioNVNC-R3U/s320/IMG_0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526461460738646258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Galetinho e cerveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A programação ainda é sair para comprar cachaça, tomar um chima, visitar amigos, e a noite um samba no DeRaiz na praia da joaquina.&lt;/span&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/3449574126840365346-2845806794442923761?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/2845806794442923761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=2845806794442923761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2845806794442923761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2845806794442923761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/10/das-coisas-boas-da-vida.html' title='Das coisas boas da vida'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/TLHuzRlqXPI/AAAAAAAAODI/Vd-awUl4ppk/s72-c/IMG_0316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-6581071499712836097</id><published>2010-10-06T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:11:33.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transparente, invisível.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lembra do nosso trato? Sim aquele de nunca fazermos mal um para o outro e de sempre deixar tudo mais as claras possível? Pois então, não entendo sua atitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje me senti como o psicólogo social Fernando Braga da Costa se sentiu quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;vestiu o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uniforme e trabalhou oito anos como gari, varrendo ruas da Universidade de São Paulo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Braga defendeu em sua tese de mestrado o conceito de “invisibilidade pública”, isto é as pessoas estão condicionadas a uma percepção e condicionamento da divisão social onde não conseguem enxergar as pessoas e sim somente a função que elas exercem e a condição social. Ninguém durante o período que ele passou como gari o reconheceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Professores que me abraçavam nos corredores da USP passavam por mim, não me reconheciam por causa do uniforme. Às vezes, esbarravam no meu ombro e, sem ao menos pedir desculpas, seguiam me ignorando, como se tivessem encostado em um poste, ou em um orelhão"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para algumas pessoas simplesmente nos tornamos invisíveis dependendo da situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porém o que sinto é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“invisibilidade privada”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tornei-me invisível para quem eu mais quero bem. E simplesmente estão me privando de saber o porquê disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não sei se fiz algo de errado, não sei se está acontecendo com a pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estão me privando de ter respostas, de saber de fato o que está acontecendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando acordamos de ser transparente não me referia em ser invisível! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu te enxergo, só não queria acreditar no que vejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fabricio Kipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-6581071499712836097?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/6581071499712836097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=6581071499712836097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6581071499712836097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6581071499712836097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/10/transparente-invisivel.html' title='Transparente, invisível.'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-7616874078149071390</id><published>2010-10-05T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:21:28.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/TKteKIDM7CI/AAAAAAAAODA/lnNmbTGo2vk/s1600/fluxo+inacabado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/TKteKIDM7CI/AAAAAAAAODA/lnNmbTGo2vk/s320/fluxo+inacabado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524612895952661538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Processo inacabado, preciso saber se o fluxo é algo bom ou ruim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-7616874078149071390?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/7616874078149071390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=7616874078149071390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7616874078149071390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7616874078149071390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/10/processo-inacabado-preciso-saber-se-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/TKteKIDM7CI/AAAAAAAAODA/lnNmbTGo2vk/s72-c/fluxo+inacabado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-1146630719158740915</id><published>2010-10-04T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T13:48:32.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me convidaram pra esta festa pobre...</title><content type='html'>"Não me convidaram&lt;br /&gt;Pra esta festa pobre&lt;br /&gt;Que os homens armaram&lt;br /&gt;Pra me convencer&lt;br /&gt;A pagar sem ver&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa droga&lt;br /&gt;Que já vem malhada&lt;br /&gt;Antes de eu nascer..."   Cazuza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você ja se sentiu que não foi convidado para algo e está ali meio que atrapalhando alguma coisa, e as pessoas não sabem o que fazer com você. É uma sensação muito ruim, porém só quem tem o famoso "simancol" consegue perceber isso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De vez em quando eu me sinto que estou em situações assim... Acho que estou atrapalhando algo! Mas sempre falam.. capaz.. não tem nada com você! Relaxa... mas o meu 6 sentido não me diz isso... Devo estar atrapalhando uma festa e as pessoas não sabem o que fazer comigo. Onde fica a porta de saída?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-1146630719158740915?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/1146630719158740915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=1146630719158740915' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1146630719158740915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1146630719158740915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-me-convidaram-pra-esta-festa-pobre.html' title='Não me convidaram pra esta festa pobre...'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-7472797098245215848</id><published>2010-10-04T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T13:38:39.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra Você Guardei o Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baita música! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfWe4_CxNBM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfWe4_CxNBM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra Você Guardei o Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nando Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que nunca soube dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor que tive e vi sem me deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentir sem conseguir provar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E repartir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que sempre quis mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor que vive em mim vem visitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorrir, vem colorir solar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vem esquentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E permitir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem acolher o que ele tem e traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem entender o que ele diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No giz do gesto o jeito pronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do piscar dos cílios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que o convite do silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exibe em cada olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guardei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem por razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou coisa outra qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Além de não saber como fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra ter um jeito meu de me mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Achei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vendo em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E explicação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nenhuma isso requer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se o coração bater forte e arder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No fogo o gelo vai queimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que aprendi vendo meus pais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor que tive e recebi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E hoje posso dar livre e feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Céu cheiro e ar na cor que arco-íris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Risca ao levitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou nascer de novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lápis, edifício, tevere, ponte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desenhar no seu quadril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus lábios beijam signos feito sinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trilho a infância, terço o berço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do seu lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guardei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem por razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou coisa outra qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Além de não saber como fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra ter um jeito meu de me mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Achei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vendo em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E explicação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nenhuma isso requer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se o coração bater forte e arder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No fogo o gelo vai queimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra você guardei o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que nunca soube dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor que tive e vi sem me deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentir sem conseguir provar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E repartir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem acolher o que ele tem e traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem entender o que ele diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No giz do gesto o jeito pronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do piscar dos cílios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que o convite do silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exibe em cada olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guardei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem ter porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem por razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou coisa outra qualquer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Além de não saber como fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra ter um jeito meu de me mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Achei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vendo em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E explicação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nenhuma isso requer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se o coração bater forte e arder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No fogo o gelo vai queimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span 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Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-5644207563046716302</id><published>2010-10-03T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:04:27.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saída pela Tangente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando te fazem uma pergunta e você não quer dar uma resposta, como você age? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se você está cara a cara inventa alguma desculpa, se está longe também faz isso ou ignora. Quase sempre é assim. E frases como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Não recebi a carta, o SMS,  o email deve ter entrado na caixa de spam, não ouvi tocar o celular, ele tava no silêncioso, só vi sua mensagem/ligação agora, são rotineiras quando se quer sair pela tangente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em uma cena clássica do Programa A Grande Famíla,  Augustinho  atende o telefone e para não falar, ele simula o que sinal está ficando ruim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei que é uma das opções a pessoa não falar. Mas se fazer de desentendido, que não leu toda a mensagem, dar somente meia resposta não é legal para quem recebe. Pode parecer ruim ouvir alguma resposta negativa de cara, mas pior é não receber resposta alguma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E você como age? comente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-5644207563046716302?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/5644207563046716302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=5644207563046716302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/5644207563046716302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/5644207563046716302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/10/saida-pela-tangente.html' title='Saída pela Tangente'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-1431783315130205346</id><published>2010-09-28T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:01:49.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Risco, investimento e mercado afetivo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acredito que eu tenha feito tudo que eu pude. Novamente entrei de cabeça, mesmo sabendo dos riscos... porém é assim quando se quer ganhar algo de muito valor os riscos são maiores.... Nem sempre conseguimos o retorno, é um risco!  Não foi desta vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mesmo quando sabemos das variáveis que nos são postas, do que pode acontecer, não queremos que de fato aconteça. Suprimimos inconscientemente essa possibilidade de dar errado... acreditamos somente que pode dar certo, que a nossa aposta será a premiada, a vencedora... Tantos já apostaram e não se deram bem... mas acreditamos que com a gente a será diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Existem apostas que o retorno é quase imediato, pois o investimento é pequeno e o retorno não significa muito. Se perdemos não ficamos muito chateado... afinal quase não se investiu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas será que vale a pena investir quando se tem muitos riscos? Depende do que se busca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu buscava algo diferente, que me fazia sentir diferente, e isto estava me fazendo bem. A aposta tava dando retorno... mas o mercado.. ahhh maldito mercado!!! Mudou todo cenário com uma pequena investida das ações da bolsa externa... Conseguiu desestabilizar o mercado local, deixou em crise. Agora não se sabe a saída que vai tomar para reverter... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu investi, perdi. Só até agora não sei quem saiu ganhando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ps.: Perdi temporariamente enquanto o cenário não se estabiliza... pois continuo apostando no retorno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-1431783315130205346?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/1431783315130205346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=1431783315130205346' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1431783315130205346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1431783315130205346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/09/risco-investimento-e-mercado-afetivo.html' title='Risco, investimento e mercado afetivo.'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-1337876725278569472</id><published>2010-07-25T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:25:46.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não brinque comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não Brinque comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo foi brincadeira, tudo o que falamos, tudo o que imaginamos, tudo o que faríamos se não fosse uma brincadeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu disse que podia, quando eu disse que queria, quando eu disse o que sentia por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi brincadeira seus braços estendidos como se fossem fechar em mim, minha doação de pernas pela sua linguagem, quando avisei que os pássaros morreram no mesmo dia nas gaiolas da janela e que o silêncio era agora insuportável, porque o silêncio lembrava o que ele substituiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi brincadeira, um homem aceita que é brincadeira, mente que é brincadeira, porque a mulher perguntou se ele estava falando sério, a mulher desacreditou dele no exato momento em que ele mais acreditava, no momento em que ele treinava o sopro, no momento em que iria expor que a amava, no momento em que ele reaprendia a confiar. Antes de levar o fora, o homem dá o fora em si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi brincadeira, o homem vai esclarecer, o homem vai se arrepender, o homem vai disfarçar para se proteger, para não se diminuir, fechará a mão com o alpiste dentro, com a carta latejando dentro e ninguém mais decifrará a sua letra. Fracassará mais uma vez em sua esperança. Ficará mais uma vez com sua reputação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele aceitará o riso a contragosto, voltará atrás como quem é flagrado roubando a mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela dirá: ainda bem.&lt;br /&gt;Ele dirá: não tinha como ser verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Ela vai confessar que levou um susto.&lt;br /&gt;Ele pedirá desculpa pelo mal-entendido.&lt;br /&gt;Ela vai suspirar de alívio com o engano.&lt;br /&gt;Ele vai fingir que não pensava diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Ela vai afirmar que só o enxerga como amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso vai doer nele, vai doer nele não ser o homem certo para ela e tentará não mostrar que está sangrando. Seguirá caminhando com a cabeça erguida até o fim da cicatriz, até que o joelho de sua boca canse de sangrar o mesmo sangue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi brincadeira porque ela zombou da possibilidade do amor e ele se acovardou e calçou novamente os sapatos e se viu nu enquanto ela ia e recolheu os cabelos que cresciam de seus cílios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi brincadeira, o pescoço de hortelã, as infâncias sentadas no portão de ferro controlando a cor dos carros, a fome esquecida para ficar mais tempo juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi brincadeira, as confissões, a cumplicidade, a intimidade. O período em que fiavam seus segredos, que se confessaram como nunca antes, que se planejaram como noivos, que se abriram como amantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo foi brincadeira, tudo será sempre uma brincadeira sádica, uma brincadeira cruel, quando apenas um dos dois estiver amando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fabricio Carpinejar - livro Canalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-1337876725278569472?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/1337876725278569472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=1337876725278569472' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1337876725278569472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1337876725278569472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-brinque-comigo.html' title='Não brinque comigo'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3711041363728095629</id><published>2009-06-30T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:15:30.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluxograma do Alojamento de Congressos Estudantis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sedentario.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/fluxograma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;retirado do blog: &lt;a href="http://www.clicrbs.com.br/blog/jsp/default.jsp?source=DYNAMIC,blog.BlogDataServer,getBlog&amp;amp;pg=1&amp;amp;template=3948.dwt&amp;amp;tipo=1&amp;amp;section=Blogs&amp;amp;p=1&amp;amp;coldir=2&amp;amp;blog=652&amp;amp;topo=3994.dwt&amp;amp;uf=1&amp;amp;local=1"&gt;Cala a boca Piangers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-3711041363728095629?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3711041363728095629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3711041363728095629' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3711041363728095629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3711041363728095629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/06/fluxograma-do-alojamento-de-congressos.html' title='Fluxograma do Alojamento de Congressos Estudantis'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-7889494187343106450</id><published>2009-06-14T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:37:28.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homens com barriga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Texto extraído do site Garotas Nerds mto interessante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://garotasnerds.com/homens-com-barriga/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje de manhã lembrei de um texto muito legal sobre homens com barriga, escrito pela psicolóloga e especialista em sexologia e terapia de casais Carla Moura. Com toda essa vibe de dia dos namorados chegando, resolvi compartilha-lo com vocês. Tenho certeza que muitas vão identificar seus nerds nesse post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meninas de todo o Brasil, tenho um conselho valioso para dar aqui: Se você acabou de conhecer um rapaz, ficou com ele algumas vezes e já está começando a imaginar o dia do seu casamento e o nome dos seus filhos, pare agora e me escute! Na próxima vez que encontrá-lo, tente (disfarçadamente) descobrir como é sua barriga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se for musculosa, torneada, estilo tanquinho , fuja! Comece a correr agora e só pare quando estiver a uma distância segura. É fria, vai por mim. Homem bom de verdade precisa, obrigatoriamente, ostentar uma barriguinha de chopp. Se não, não presta. Esses são os verdadeiros homens que precisamos em nossas vidas, os gordinhos, que acabaram cultivando uma pancinha adorável, por não colocarem a beleza física acima de tudo (como fazem os malditos metrossexuais).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esses, sim, são pra manter por perto. E eu digo por quê: Você nunca verá um homem barrigudinho tirando a camisa dentro de uma boate e dançando como um idiota, em cima do balcão. Se fizer isso, é pra fazer graça pra turma – e provavelmente será engraçado, mesmo. Já os tanquinhos farão isso esperando que todas as mulheres do recinto caiam de amores e eu tenho dó das que caem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando sentam em um boteco, numa tarde de calor, adivinha o que os pançudinhos pedem pra beber? Cerveja! Ou Coca-cola, tudo bem também. Mas você nunca os verá pedindo suco ou fanta-light. Ou, pior ainda, um copo com gelo, pra beber a mistura patética de vodka com clight que trouxe de casa. E você não será informada sobre quantas calorias tem no seu copo de cerveja, porque eles não sabem e nem se importam com essa informação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E no quesito comida, os homens com barriguinha também não deixam a desejar. Você nunca irá ouvir um “ah, amor, Quarteirão é gostoso, mas você podia provar uma McSalad com água de coco”. Nunca! Esses homens entendem que, se eles não estão em forma perfeita o tempo todo, você também não precisa estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais uma vez, repito: não é pra chegar ao exagero total e mamar leite condensado na lata todo dia! Mas uma gordurinha aqui e ali não matará seu relacionamento. Se ele souber cozinhar, então, bingo! Encontrou a sorte grande, amiga. Ele vai fazer pra você todas as delícias que sabe, e nunca torcerá o nariz quando você repetir o prato. Pelo contrário, ficará feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Outra coisa fundamental: homens barrigudinhos são confortáveis! Experimente pegar a tábua de passar roupas e deitar em cima dela. Pois essa é a sensação de se deitar no peito de um musculoso besta. Terrível!!! Gostoso mesmo é se encaixar no ombro de um fofinho, isso que é conforto. E na hora de dormir de conchinha, então? Parece que a barriga se encaixa perfeitamente na nossa lombar, e fica sensacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Homens com barriga não são metidos, nem prepotentes, nem donos do mundo. Eles sabem conquistar as mulheres por maneiras que excedem a barreira do físico. E eles aprenderam a conversar, a ser bem humorados, a usar o olhar e o sorriso pra conquistar. É por isso que eu digo que homens com barriguinha sabem fazer uma mulher feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-7889494187343106450?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/7889494187343106450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=7889494187343106450' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7889494187343106450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7889494187343106450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/06/homens-com-barriga.html' title='Homens com barriga!'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-9016607410157408690</id><published>2009-06-07T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:22:05.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final de Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Neste final de semana rolou o campeonato estadual de inverno de natação master. Foi em campo bom. Piscina novinha, porém com algumas falhas... ela nao tem o quebra ondas, e não tem a marcação T na parede, apesar disso é muito legal o clima da competição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na prova dos 50m livre fiz pra 35s. Já na prova dos 100m livre eu tava em terceiro na minha série até os 75m, errei a ultima virada e cheguei em 4... pior é q se nao tivesse feito esse erro teria diminuido meu tempo para 1'21''... acabei aumentando pra 1'25''... mas faz parte... já vi que se não errar tenho como atingir meu objetivo... agora é voltar aos treinos, treinar, treinar e treinar.... pq como diz o técnico nícolas... "tu escolhe a cor da tua medalha".. hehehhe (tava inspirado o homem)&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/3449574126840365346-9016607410157408690?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/9016607410157408690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=9016607410157408690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/9016607410157408690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/9016607410157408690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-de-semana.html' title='Final de Semana'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-8363643973697392256</id><published>2009-06-01T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:24:46.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não faça julgamento precipitado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C8Keo97K9cs&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C8Keo97K9cs&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3449574126840365346-8363643973697392256?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/8363643973697392256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=8363643973697392256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8363643973697392256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8363643973697392256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-faca-julgamento-precipitado.html' title='Não faça julgamento precipitado!'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-1977427401849884223</id><published>2009-05-31T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:35:41.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terapeuta Chico Buarque</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Neste sábado assiste novamente a banda Roda Viva, que toca chico buarque. Foi em São Leopoldo em um bar chamado espaço bellas artes.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com algumas situações que sei que podia encontrar naquela noite decidi ir!!! E a noite foi mto boa...&lt;br /&gt;A cada música que eles cantavam servia para alguma coisa que esta, ou estava acontecendo comigo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma menina igual a mil&lt;br /&gt;Que não está nem aí"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por trás de um homem triste&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre uma mulher feliz&lt;br /&gt;E atrás dessa mulher&lt;br /&gt;Mil homens, sempre tão gentis&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, para o seu bem&lt;br /&gt;Ou tire ela da cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Ou mereça a moça que você tem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-1977427401849884223?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/1977427401849884223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=1977427401849884223' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1977427401849884223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1977427401849884223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/terapeuta-chico-buarque.html' title='Terapeuta Chico Buarque'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-2948588126762020856</id><published>2009-05-22T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:32:35.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profissão mais dificíl do mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coitado desse trabalhador.... Acho que deveria rolar uma análise ergonomica do serviço dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUWE--SvLp8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zUWE--SvLp8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-2948588126762020856?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/2948588126762020856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=2948588126762020856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2948588126762020856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2948588126762020856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/profissao-mais-dificil-do-mundo.html' title='Profissão mais dificíl do mundo!'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4364893856996141159</id><published>2009-05-22T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:22:42.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento agrônomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o orkut hoje me perguntou... o que eu aprendi com os relacionamentos anteriores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bah pelo que tenho pensado ja várias coisas... mais uma teoria que atualmente tenho parado para reflexão é a do agrônomo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"que mesmo na época de colheita não devemos parar nunca de semear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;é mesmo que não precisamos colher durante a época de fartura, nunca se sabe quando essa fartura acaba, pode vir o tempo de estiagem, as pestes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3449574126840365346-4364893856996141159?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4364893856996141159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4364893856996141159' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4364893856996141159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4364893856996141159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/pensamento-agronomo.html' title='Pensamento agrônomo'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-8875022838210248472</id><published>2009-05-19T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:52:16.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É bem por ai....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quando fazemos tudo para que nos amem e não conseguimos, resta-nos um último recurso: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não fazer mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Por isso, digo, quando não obtivermos o amor, o afeto ou a ternura que havíamos solicitado, melhor será desistirmos e procurar mais adiante os sentimentos que nos negaram. Não fazer esforços inúteis, pois o amor nasce, ou não, espontaneamente, mas nunca por força de imposição. Às vezes, é inútil esforçar-se demais, nada se consegue;outras vezes, nada damos e o amor se rende aos nossos pés. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os sentimentos são sempre uma surpresa. Nunca foram uma caridade mendigada, uma compaixão ou um favor concedido.&lt;/span&gt; Quase sempre amamos a quem nos ama mal, e desprezamos quem melhor nos quer. Assim, repito, quando tivermos feito tudo para conseguir um amor, e falhado, resta-nos um só caminho...o de mais nada fazer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-8875022838210248472?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/8875022838210248472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=8875022838210248472' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8875022838210248472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8875022838210248472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-bem-por-ai.html' title='É bem por ai....'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3807749157391944878</id><published>2009-05-17T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:51:23.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/ShCivJG7_UI/AAAAAAAANLA/jdLZsJtXK4M/s1600-h/ABCD0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/ShCivJG7_UI/AAAAAAAANLA/jdLZsJtXK4M/s320/ABCD0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336944489216605506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje fui ao jogo do inter... estava muito legal... vencemos o palmeiras por 2x0....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mais o q eu mais curti foi ver o Artur, 4 anos, indo ao beira rio ver o jogo do inter... e não é que ele também levou suas bolachas.. assim como no meu outro post falando da minha historia de idas ao beira rio quando criança....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;foi bem divertido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/ShCiaecv54I/AAAAAAAANK4/-EgjYY37YU0/s1600-h/ABCD0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/ShCiaecv54I/AAAAAAAANK4/-EgjYY37YU0/s320/ABCD0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336944134167979906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Artur com sua bolacha no beira rio.&lt;/span&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/3449574126840365346-3807749157391944878?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3807749157391944878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3807749157391944878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3807749157391944878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3807749157391944878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/colorado.html' title='Colorado'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/ShCivJG7_UI/AAAAAAAANLA/jdLZsJtXK4M/s72-c/ABCD0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4133005506193653283</id><published>2009-05-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:02:05.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passando semana a limpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desde o meu último post que foi a transmissão da Festa do PCdoB, não tinha mais postado... então..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;no sábado pela manhã eu fui a Caxias do Sul participar da 2ª Estapa do Circuito Estadual Master de Natação... o local foi o recreio da juventude, um lugar lindo demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O clima da competição é muito legal, e eu consegui ficar extremamente concentrado! Estava muito focado na prova; os 100m livres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Consegui superar meus objetivos e saí muito bem. Terminei em 17 de 21 competidores e fiz o tempode 1'24''18'''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Sg9uBge7oCI/AAAAAAAANKg/-ebqFyigPF8/s1600-h/DSC06149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Sg9uBge7oCI/AAAAAAAANKg/-ebqFyigPF8/s320/DSC06149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336605055635922978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora os próximos desafios serão o campeonato estadual master e quem sabe o sul-brasileiro master que será em curitiba... vou pensar e planejar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na terça-feira fui ao show do OASIS... mto mto mto bom! transmiti partes do show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;confira... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(69, 85, 96); white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,115,0" width="425" height="319" id="qikPlayer" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://qik.com/swfs/qikPlayer4.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#333333"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="rssURL=http://qik.com/video/2e412e1611694ee0bdd2cc8cfa2576fa.rss&amp;amp;autoPlay=false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://qik.com/swfs/qikPlayer4.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#333333" width="425" height="319" name="qikPlayer" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="rssURL=http://qik.com/video/2e412e1611694ee0bdd2cc8cfa2576fa.rss&amp;amp;autoPlay=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outra coisa bacana foi a noite de sexta-feira.... bah não fui o "motorista da rodada" pude beber!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;muito boa foi a noite o Campus 3! total terapia do riso... e estamos na fase de aceitação! valeu sara e @ascatia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Sg9vAy7ndNI/AAAAAAAANKo/GJmYfgzXn_s/s320/8897007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336606142919832786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já ia me esquecendo... no domingo rolou a reunião da comissão organizadora do aniversário do gonzalo, regado a mto absito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Sg9vedt3ArI/AAAAAAAANKw/hSjqMiiF-d4/s1600-h/eu_cris_rindo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Sg9vedt3ArI/AAAAAAAANKw/hSjqMiiF-d4/s320/eu_cris_rindo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336606652621062834" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&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/3449574126840365346-4133005506193653283?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4133005506193653283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4133005506193653283' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4133005506193653283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4133005506193653283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/passando-semana-limpo.html' title='Passando semana a limpo'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Sg9uBge7oCI/AAAAAAAANKg/-ebqFyigPF8/s72-c/DSC06149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-5390268977460965749</id><published>2009-05-08T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:40:30.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estréia TV fakipper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na noite do dia 08 de maio estreiou a TV fakipper - http://qik.com/fakipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E a primeira transmissão conseguimos um vídeo com a Deputada Manuela D'Ávila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,115,0" id="qikPlayer" width="425" align="middle" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://qik.com/swfs/qikPlayer4.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#333333"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="rssURL=http://qik.com/video/6cf09a2ecb9147f8bac3f6b9629767b6.rss&amp;amp;autoPlay=false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://qik.com/swfs/qikPlayer4.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#333333" name="qikPlayer" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="rssURL=http://qik.com/video/6cf09a2ecb9147f8bac3f6b9629767b6.rss&amp;amp;autoPlay=false" width="425" align="middle" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois ao longo da noite eu cai na salsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,115,0" id="qikPlayer" width="425" align="middle" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://qik.com/swfs/qikPlayer4.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#333333"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="rssURL=http://qik.com/video/b49f5f8794ea44c3aa7758cfa8c1840a.rss&amp;amp;autoPlay=false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://qik.com/swfs/qikPlayer4.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#333333" name="qikPlayer" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="rssURL=http://qik.com/video/b49f5f8794ea44c3aa7758cfa8c1840a.rss&amp;amp;autoPlay=false" width="425" align="middle" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria agradecer a cinegrafista cátia que operou o celular nessa nossa primeira transmissão!&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/3449574126840365346-5390268977460965749?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/5390268977460965749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=5390268977460965749' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/5390268977460965749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/5390268977460965749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/estreia-tv-fakipper.html' title='Estréia TV fakipper'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-6461618117618710261</id><published>2009-05-05T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:21:41.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem a Mário Quintana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;15 anos da morte de quintana....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;DA FELICIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quantas vezes a gente,em busca da ventura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Procede tal e qual o avozinho infeliz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em vão,por toda parte,os óculos procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tendo-os na ponta do nariz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mário Quintana)&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/3449574126840365346-6461618117618710261?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/6461618117618710261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=6461618117618710261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6461618117618710261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6461618117618710261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/homenagem-mario-quintana.html' title='Homenagem a Mário Quintana'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3521252029475703458</id><published>2009-05-05T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:08:58.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memória</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amar o perdido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;deixa confundido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;este coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nada pode o olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;contra o sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;apelo do Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As coisas tangíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tornam-se insensíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;à palma da mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas as coisas findas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;muito mais que lindas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;essas ficarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&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/3449574126840365346-3521252029475703458?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3521252029475703458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3521252029475703458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3521252029475703458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3521252029475703458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/memoria.html' title='Memória'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-863876923776212055</id><published>2009-05-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:08:30.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sossegue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;''Sossegue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;O amor é isso que você está vendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hoje beija,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;amanhã não beija...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;depois de amanhã é domingo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;e segunda-feira, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ninguém sabe o que será."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-863876923776212055?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/863876923776212055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=863876923776212055' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/863876923776212055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/863876923776212055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/sossegue.html' title='Sossegue'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3349926678993450373</id><published>2009-05-04T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:21:24.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem manda? - o retorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tava indo bem.. seguindo a cabeça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mais pq o coração foi se meter hoje. Poxa fica aí quieto.. faz só tua função q é de bombear sangue... deixa de querer ser o cérebro, de querer dar ordens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cabeça volte ao controle, retome as rédias da situação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;uhm... é acho q depois dessa ele voltou! ufa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/3449574126840365346-3349926678993450373?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3349926678993450373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3349926678993450373' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3349926678993450373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3349926678993450373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/quem-manda-o-retorno.html' title='Quem manda? - o retorno'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4004045215003172774</id><published>2009-05-04T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:09:17.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letras de samba da Teresa Cristina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; height: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a paz do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="sz" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; height: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;teresa cristina e grupo semente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p id="cmp" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Composição: Candeia e Cabana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Eu não troco, não vendo, não empresto nem dou&lt;br /&gt;A paz no coração pelas juras de amor&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser meu carinho&lt;br /&gt;Terá que provar, amor, provar&lt;br /&gt;Em aventura, benzinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou me arriscar&lt;br /&gt;Só atraco meu barco em porto seguro&lt;br /&gt;Em canoa furada não vou no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus dezoito anos&lt;br /&gt;Vivi trinta e seis&lt;br /&gt;Chorei, chore&lt;br /&gt;No oceano da vida quase naufraguei&lt;br /&gt;Eu não troco, eu não vendo, eu não do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fim de romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teresa cristina e grupo semente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Composição: Argemiro e Teresa Cristina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora você quer me convencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que só queria viver em paz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diz que está abandonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que a vida não vale nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ninguém paga por aquilo que não faz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dei-lhe amor, casa e comida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não jogue a culpa na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nem em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entre nós tudo acabado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cada um para o seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nosso amor chegou ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Disseram até que eu já remocei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De tanto não pensar no seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seguindo o conselho que lhe dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tratei de aliviar a minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fim de romance, só existe uma saída &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É sepultar o que morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fechei uma janela em minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora quem não quer você sou eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; height: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fechei a porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="sz" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; height: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;teresa cristina e grupo semente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p id="cmp" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Composição: Sebastião Motta / Delice Ferreira dos Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu não quero mais amar&lt;br /&gt;Pra não sofrer ingratidão&lt;br /&gt;Depois do que eu passei&lt;br /&gt;Fechei a porta do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu dei a ela todo o carinho&lt;br /&gt;E, no entanto, acabei sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; height: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;foi uma jura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="sz" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; height: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;teresa cristina e grupo semente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p id="cmp" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Composição: Adolfo Macedo / Marcelino / Zé da Zilda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Foi uma jura que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;De nunca mais amar&lt;br /&gt;Ai, ai, ai, meu Deus&lt;br /&gt;Pra que que eu jurei?&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo sabe&lt;br /&gt;Quebrei minha jura, quebrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/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/3449574126840365346-4004045215003172774?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4004045215003172774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4004045215003172774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4004045215003172774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4004045215003172774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/fim-de-romance-so-existe-uma-saida.html' title='Letras de samba da Teresa Cristina'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-2248483813301681107</id><published>2009-05-03T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:19:18.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo, necessidade, vontade, necessidade, desejo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lendo os blogs que minha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://circodapoesia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cumadre cátia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; recomenda entrei no blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://umdiatalvezquemsabe.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;um dia, talvez, quem sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; e achei um texto que gostei, e estou publicando ele aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"desejo, necessidade, vontade, necessidade, desejo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de alguém, e é tão urgente o que digo. Perdoem excessivas, obscenas carências, pieguices, subjetivismos, mas preciso tanto e tanto. Perdoem a bandeira desfraldada, mas é assim que as coisas são-estão dentro-fora de mim: secas. Tão só nesta hora tardia - eu, patético detrito pós-moderno com resquícios de Werther e farrapos de versos de Jim Morrison, Abaporu heavy-metal, só sei falar dessas ausências que ressecam as palmas das mãos de carícias não dadas. Preciso de alguém que tenha ouvidos para ouvir, porque são tantas histórias a contar. Que tenha boca para, porque são tantas histórias para ouvir, meu amor. E um grande silêncio desnecessário de palavras. Para ficar ao lado, cúmplice, dividindo o astral, o ritmo, a over, a libido, a percepção da terra, do ar, do fogo, da água, nesta saudável vontade insana de viver. Preciso de alguém que eu possa estender a mão devagar sobre a mesa para tocar a mão quente do outro lado e sentir uma resposta como - eu estou aqui, eu te toco também. Sou o bicho humano que habita a concha ao lado da concha que você habita, e da qual te salvo, meu amor, apenas porque te estendo a minha mão. No meio da fome, do comício, da crise, no meio do vírus, da noite e do deserto - preciso de alguém para dividir comigo esta sede. Para olhar seus olhos que não adivinho castanhos nem verdes nem azuis e dizer assim: que longa e áspera sede, meu amor. Que vontade, que vontade enorme de dizer outra vez meu amor, depois de tanto tempo e tanto medo. Que vontade escapista e burra de encontrar noutro olhar que não o meu próprio - tão cansado, tão causado - qualquer coisa vasta e abstrata quanto, digamos assim, um caminho. Esse, simples, mas proibido agora: o de tocar no outro. Querer um futuro só porque você estará lá, meu amor. O caminho de encontrar num outro humano o mais humilde de nós. Então direi da boca luminosa de ilusão: te amo tanto. E te beijarei fundo molhado, em puro engano de instantes enganosos transitórios - que importa? (Mas finjo de adulto, digo coisas falsamente sábias, faço caras sérias, responsáveis. Engano, mistifico. Disfarço esta sede de ti, meu amor que nunca veio - viria? virá? - e minto não, já não preciso.) Preciso sim, preciso tanto. Alguém que aceite tanto meus sonos demorados quanto minhas insônias insuportáveis. Tanto meu ciclo ascético Francisco de Assis quanto meu ciclo etílico bukovskiano. Que me desperte com um beijo, abra a janela para o sol ou a penumbra. Tanto faz, e sem dizer nada me diga o tempo inteiro alguma coisa como eu sou o outro ser conjunto ao teu, mas não sou tu, e quero adoçar tua vida. Preciso do teu beijo de mel na minha boca de areia seca, preciso da tua mão de seda no couro da minha mão crispada de solidão. Preciso dessa emoção que os antigos chamavam de amor, quando sexo não era morte e as pessoas não tinham medo disso que fazia a gente dissolver o próprio ego no ego do outro e misturar coxas e espíritos no fundo do outro-você, outro-espelho, outro-igual-sedento-de-não-solidão, bicho-carente, tigre e lótus. Preciso de você que eu tanto amo e nunca encontrei. Para continuar vivendo, preciso da parte de mim que não está em mim, mas guardada em você que eu não conheço. Tenho urgência de ti, meu amor. Para me salvar da lama movediça de mim mesmo. Para me tocar, para me tocar e no toque me salvar. Preciso ter certeza que inventar nosso encontro sempre foi pura intuição, não mera loucura. Ah, imenso amor desconhecido. Para não morrer de sede, preciso de você agora, antes destas palavras todas cairem no abismo dos jornais não lidos ou jogados sem piedade no lixo. Do sonho, do engano, da possível treva e também da luz, do jogo, do embuste: preciso de você para dizer eu te amo outra e outra vez. Como se fosse possível, como se fosse verdade, como se fosse ontem e amanhã.&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/3449574126840365346-2248483813301681107?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/2248483813301681107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=2248483813301681107' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2248483813301681107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2248483813301681107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/desejo-necessidade-vontade-necessidade.html' title='Desejo, necessidade, vontade, necessidade, desejo..'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-5498287508596460931</id><published>2009-05-03T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:28:48.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajando Na Viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5OB9AOF0jI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5OB9AOF0jI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-5498287508596460931?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/5498287508596460931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=5498287508596460931' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/5498287508596460931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/5498287508596460931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/viajando-na-viagem.html' title='Viajando Na Viagem'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3771382687552697566</id><published>2009-05-03T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:19:46.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem manda?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estou com muitas dúvidas e não sei quem pode dar as respostas: a cabeça ou o coração?&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem suas opiniões e vontades próprias.&lt;br /&gt;Coração diz: sim! corre, procura, vai, tenta mais um pouco!&lt;br /&gt;a cabeça diz: Não! pare, pense, não vai, tu já tentou, já fez a tua parte!&lt;br /&gt;O conflito dos dois é algo que não me deixa bem, isso me angustia! Preciso de harmonia!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que ouvi o coração ele nunca acertou... Essa angustia pode ser por que pela primeira vez tento ouvir mais a cabeça que o coração?&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguns deles é o correto mesmo? não tem uma 3ª opção?&lt;br /&gt;Muitas perguntas. Chega! - mandou a cabeça.&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/3449574126840365346-3771382687552697566?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3771382687552697566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3771382687552697566' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3771382687552697566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3771382687552697566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/quem-manda.html' title='Quem manda?'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-6122221889587269809</id><published>2009-05-02T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:20:00.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Que me perdoem se eu insisto neste tema&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei fazer poema ou canção&lt;br /&gt;Que fale de outra coisa que não seja o amor"&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/3449574126840365346-6122221889587269809?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/6122221889587269809/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=6122221889587269809' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6122221889587269809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6122221889587269809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-8754169992183038404</id><published>2009-05-01T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T14:04:45.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gafieira Ziriguidum</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bYZDOkehxts&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bYZDOkehxts&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noite de quinta, 30 de abril, festa no "insano" tocando Gafieira Ziriguidum. Muito bom. Recomendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-8754169992183038404?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/8754169992183038404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=8754169992183038404' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8754169992183038404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8754169992183038404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/gafieira-ziriguidum.html' title='Gafieira Ziriguidum'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-7494742192347124957</id><published>2009-05-01T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:47:29.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Diga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga se você me quer ou não&lt;br /&gt;Diga se comigo é feliz&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo sabe&lt;br /&gt;O que existe entre nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Diga tudo agora e não depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor não é cinema&lt;br /&gt;Desses de 1100&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor não é comédia &lt;br /&gt;Pra dar risos pra ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta gente me pergunta&lt;br /&gt;Se ao seu lado vivo bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu não minto, digo tudo:&lt;br /&gt;Sem você não sou ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Gilberto&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/3449574126840365346-7494742192347124957?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/7494742192347124957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=7494742192347124957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7494742192347124957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7494742192347124957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/05/diga.html' title='Diga'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4960449168665229740</id><published>2009-04-29T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:39:34.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porém se a gente vive a sonhar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5dA3hiMLG0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5dA3hiMLG0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que Nem Jiló&lt;br /&gt;Luíz Gonzaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Luiz Gonzaga / Humberto Teixeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a gente lembra só por lembrar&lt;br /&gt;O amor que a gente um dia perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Saudade inté que assim é bom&lt;br /&gt;Pro cabra se convencer&lt;br /&gt;Que é feliz sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Pois não sofreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém se a gente vive a sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Com alguém que se deseja rever&lt;br /&gt;Saudade, entonce, aí é ruim&lt;br /&gt;Eu tiro isso por mim,&lt;br /&gt;Que vivo doido a sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai quem me dera voltar&lt;br /&gt;Pros braços do meu xodó&lt;br /&gt;Saudade assim faz roer&lt;br /&gt;E amarga qui nem jiló&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém pode dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que me viu triste a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Saudade, o meu remédio é cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-4960449168665229740?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4960449168665229740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4960449168665229740' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4960449168665229740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4960449168665229740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/porem-se-gente-vive-sonhar.html' title='Porém se a gente vive a sonhar'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-2411195552227111467</id><published>2009-04-29T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:10:15.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coreografia linda demais do final do filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WghgSC0Cnm0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WghgSC0Cnm0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-2411195552227111467?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/2411195552227111467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=2411195552227111467' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2411195552227111467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2411195552227111467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/tango.html' title='Tango'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-6895047457162912311</id><published>2009-04-28T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:21:04.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O PERFUME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3VqlgARfkE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j3VqlgARfkE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinopse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paris, 1738. Jean-Baptiste Grenouille (Ben Whishaw) nasceu em um mercado de peixe, onde sua mãe (Birgit Minichmayr) trabalhava como vendedora. Ela o tinha abandonado, mas o choro de Jean-Baptiste faz com que seja descoberto pelos presentes na feira. Isto também faz com que sua mãe seja presa e condenada à morte. Entregue aos cuidados da Madame Gaillard (Sian Thomas), que explora crianças órfãs, Jean-Baptiste cresce e logo descobre que possui um dom incomum: ele é capaz de diferenciar os mais diversos odores à sua volta. Intrigado, Jean-Baptiste logo demonstra vontade de conhecer todos os odores existentes, conseguindo diferenciá-los mesmo que estejam longe do local em que está. Já adulto, ele torna-se aprendiz na perfumaria de Giuseppe Baldini (Dustin Hoffman), que passa por um período de pouca clientela. Logo Jean-Baptiste supera Baldini e, criando novos perfumes, revitaliza a perfumaria. Jean-Baptiste cada vez mais se interessa em manter o odor de forma permanente, o que faz com que busque meios que possibilitem que seu sonho se torne realidade. Só que, em suas experiências, ele passa a tentar capturar o odor dos próprios seres humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-6895047457162912311?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/6895047457162912311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=6895047457162912311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6895047457162912311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6895047457162912311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-perfume.html' title='O PERFUME'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-1325283410583019936</id><published>2009-04-28T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:29:06.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipos de bunda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__|__) bunda perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|__|__| desbundada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(::|::) bunda com celulite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__@__) bunda de quem fez sexo anal-virtual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__$__) bunda de prostituta de luxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__*__) bunda de quem tá com frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__.__) bunda de quem tá com muito medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__?__) bunda de quem não sabe o que vem pela frente, ou melhor, por trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__o__) bunda pouco usada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__O__) bunda bastante usada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__+__) bunda de crente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(___________0____________) bunda da Carla Perez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__8__) bunda de quem fez sexo anal com dupla penetração recentemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__|.|__) bunda com nádegas afastadas para exame próstata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__|o|__) bunda com nádegas afastadas após exame próstata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__;__) bunda com limpeza falha após uso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__-__) bunda de japonesa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__V__) bunda comportada de biquíni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__Y__) bunda assanhada de fio dental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(((__)(__))) bunda mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__x__) bunda de esposa (para o marido): "De jeito nenhum!!!".&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/3449574126840365346-1325283410583019936?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/1325283410583019936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=1325283410583019936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1325283410583019936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/1325283410583019936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/tipos-de-bunda.html' title='Tipos de bunda'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-8439802205150689289</id><published>2009-04-28T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:01:14.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/SfbvyUhBMmI/AAAAAAAANJE/P_eJeQWuwu0/s1600-h/190409181059-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/SfbvyUhBMmI/AAAAAAAANJE/P_eJeQWuwu0/s400/190409181059-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710856819257954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Algumas das coisas que mais gosto de fazer é ir ao estádio de futebol. Bah como é bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me lembro de quando criança ia sempre no jogo com meu pai e o amigo dele celso levada seu filho que é meu amigo desde "nascença".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já fomos a muitos jogos juntos. Me lembro de um jogo do campeaonato gaúcho, que a cada gol do colorado podiamos comer 1 bolacha.. essa era a regra! No inicio eu o felipe achavamos.. bah vamos comer só 1 ou 2 bolachas durante o jogo! Mas que nada, o jogo terminou 9x0 e nós terminamos com o pacote de bolacha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me lembro dos jogos em que sentavamos no chão, com sacola de bergamota, e ficavamos torcendo. Tenho até hoje a minha camiseta de oficial da umbro de 92..., época que ainda existia a coréia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu pai hoje não vai mais ao estádio, prefere ficar vendo em casa... mas a parceiria com celso e o felipe contninuam. Tanto que no dia 19/04/09 fui a minha primeira final de gaúchão! Bah que jogo! 8x1 novamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O dia era de chuva, parecia que nao seria bom, mas foi ótimo! O beira-rio está cada dia mais moderno, agora tem um telão de alta definição onde a diretoria colorada faz promoções com a torcida estilo NBA, tudo muito legal e motivador a cada vez mais ir ao estádio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamo, vamo inter! Nada vai nos separar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/SfbvZXIXL_I/AAAAAAAANI0/sgpOLmdhNKo/s400/190409162213-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710428024418290" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Felipe e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Sfbvk_fHfII/AAAAAAAANI8/a0kjqEVMD18/s400/190409162228-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710627835837570" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felipe, eu, celso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-8439802205150689289?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/8439802205150689289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=8439802205150689289' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8439802205150689289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8439802205150689289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/colorado.html' title='Colorado!'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/SfbvyUhBMmI/AAAAAAAANJE/P_eJeQWuwu0/s72-c/190409181059-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3780075158414125553</id><published>2009-04-26T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:42:00.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>batia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/SfUjhsMN_mI/AAAAAAAANIs/XJ5PAhcwZGU/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/SfUjhsMN_mI/AAAAAAAANIs/XJ5PAhcwZGU/s400/coracao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329204795767914082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;criação: Fabricio Kipper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-3780075158414125553?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3780075158414125553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3780075158414125553' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3780075158414125553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3780075158414125553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/batia.html' title='batia...'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/SfUjhsMN_mI/AAAAAAAANIs/XJ5PAhcwZGU/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-6915929298812202940</id><published>2009-04-26T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:24:22.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a felicidade acena e parte....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é dificil de você aparecer! quanto tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por essas bandas aqui é raro de você passar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;andou se perdendo no caminho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não seguiu as pistas de deixei no caminho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Está aqui o mapa para voltar mais vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah que bom que voltou! (foi assim por um tempo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosto quando tu vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vem e fica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas hoje tu foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a felicidade acena e parte....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fabricio Kipper 26/04/09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-6915929298812202940?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/6915929298812202940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=6915929298812202940' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6915929298812202940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6915929298812202940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/felicidade-acena-e-parte.html' title='a felicidade acena e parte....'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-2784152481080013694</id><published>2009-04-25T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:14:20.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teu tempo é 1&lt;br /&gt;meu tempo é 3&lt;br /&gt;a média é 2&lt;br /&gt;só assim&lt;br /&gt;conseguiremos dançar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fabricio Kipper 26/04/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-2784152481080013694?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/2784152481080013694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=2784152481080013694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2784152481080013694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2784152481080013694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/tempo.html' title='tempo'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4686944522179033892</id><published>2009-04-25T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:37:41.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>é foda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;é foda! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meus pensamentos remoem minha cabeça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vao estragar a minha noite... ja me conheço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pq tu foi aparecer? pq entrou em contato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sai, sai, sai daqui fantasmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me deixe ficar sem pensar isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me deixe só curtir as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some daqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;só essa noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e a próxima, e a próxima e a próxima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fabricio Kipper - 25/04/09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-4686944522179033892?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4686944522179033892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4686944522179033892' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4686944522179033892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4686944522179033892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/fantasmas-da-minha-voz.html' title='é foda!'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4705797960925125205</id><published>2009-04-25T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:07:52.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje passei o dia quase todo envolvido com a dança. Fiz samba de gafiera, salsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas para chegar onde quero neste post tenho q voltar para a aula de dança da quinta-feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na quinta teve a aula de tango, e começou um bolsista novo. O guri nunca tinha visto os passos de tango, então ele tava só sentando vendo a aula, e eu o chamei e passei os passos básicos para ele ir treinando. Acho isso mto legal, e é uma coisa q costumo fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então hoje na salsa iniciante, o pessoal ja ta fazendo roda, e eu todo perdido tb ficava somente olhando, porém um rapaz teve a sensibilidade de me ensinar os passos que eu nao sabia para no futuro tb poder participar da roda e não ficar somente olhando e nunca aprendendo. Achei isso mto legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ele mesmo comentou com a professora: - se não ensinar ele nunca podemos colocar ele para participar da roda e vai ficar somente vendo as aulas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gostei mto da atenção dada, pelo seu tempo "gasto" me ensinando, agradeço também a monitora que dançou comigo me ensinando, também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-4705797960925125205?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4705797960925125205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4705797960925125205' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4705797960925125205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4705797960925125205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/ajuda.html' title='Ajuda'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-2952812451282498676</id><published>2009-04-24T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:49:44.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vem chegando</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah que maravilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vem chegando vc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;passei a semana inteiro sentindo tua falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;contando nos dedos a hora de vc aparecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o pior é que é sempre asssim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tenho q esperar sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mais por vc espero! vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;com voce consigo passar todos os momentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da agitação ao sossego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu é capaz de tirar meu sono, em longas noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas também de me deixar dormir até tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adoro quando tu chega mais cedo, de surpresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pois asssim podemos passar mais tempo junto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porém sempre tem horário marcado para me deixar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, como eu te amo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chega logo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vem final de semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autor: Fabricio Kipper - 24/04/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-2952812451282498676?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/2952812451282498676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=2952812451282498676' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2952812451282498676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2952812451282498676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/vem-chegando.html' title='Vem chegando'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-2671552587103865222</id><published>2009-04-21T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:29:02.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feriado de Tiradentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bah nesse feriado fiz algo mto legal, fui a gramado.&lt;br /&gt;O bacana é que fui com uma ótima companhia, a minha amiga marcelinha, que veio de belém do pará conhecer o RS.&lt;br /&gt;Espero ter conseguido retribuir um pouco da hospitalidade que tive quando fui a belém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero voltar novamente ao lago negro, é mto legal lá. as pessoas fazendo piquinique, tomando chimarrão e tocando violão, com uma leve frizinho do sul... quero fazer isso também, e levar mais amigos pra isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Se6NT_YaG-I/AAAAAAAANH8/3eOSYF76ruY/s320/21042009072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327350783796714466" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu em gramado no lago negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Se6Ov-Ssp5I/AAAAAAAANIE/2OVk9r0cicI/s320/DSC06896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327352364052293522" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mercado Ver-o-peso em Belém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-2671552587103865222?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/2671552587103865222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=2671552587103865222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2671552587103865222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2671552587103865222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/feriado-de-tiradentes.html' title='Feriado de Tiradentes'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Se6NT_YaG-I/AAAAAAAANH8/3eOSYF76ruY/s72-c/21042009072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-7401189238670737483</id><published>2009-04-20T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:37:54.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho razão de sentir saudade,&lt;br /&gt;tenho razão de te acusar.&lt;br /&gt;Houve um pacto implícito que rompeste&lt;br /&gt;e sem te despedires foste embora.&lt;br /&gt;Detonaste o pacto.&lt;br /&gt;Detonaste a vida geral, a comum aquiescência&lt;br /&gt;de viver e explorar os rumos de obscuridade&lt;br /&gt;sem prazo sem consulta sem provocação&lt;br /&gt;até o limite das folhas caídas na hora de cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-7401189238670737483?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/7401189238670737483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=7401189238670737483' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7401189238670737483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7401189238670737483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/saudade.html' title='Saudade!'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3758482026304781774</id><published>2009-04-20T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:05:11.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus prefere os Ateus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Se1T8NrhQgI/AAAAAAAANGc/UHuffUNFLYY/s1600-h/rehab477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Se1T8NrhQgI/AAAAAAAANGc/UHuffUNFLYY/s400/rehab477.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327006228178616834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-3758482026304781774?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3758482026304781774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3758482026304781774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3758482026304781774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3758482026304781774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2009/04/deus-prefere-os-ateus.html' title='Deus prefere os Ateus'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Se1T8NrhQgI/AAAAAAAANGc/UHuffUNFLYY/s72-c/rehab477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-2913749453290446586</id><published>2008-04-01T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:49:56.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que não faz o estudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO SE TEM DOUTORADO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O dissacarídeo de fórmula C12H 2O11, obtido através da fervura e da evaporação de H2O do líquido resultante da prensagem do caule da gramínea Saccharus officinarum (Linneu, 1758), isento de qualquer outro tipo de processamento suplementar que elimine suas impurezas, quando apresentado sob a forma geométrica de sólidos de reduzidas dimensões e arestas retilíneas, configurando pirâmides truncadas de base oblonga e pequena altura, uma vez submetido a um toque no órgão do paladar de quem se disponha a um teste organoléptico, impressiona favoravelmente as papilas gustativas, sugerindo impressão sensorial equivalente provocada pelo mesmo dissacarídeo em estado bruto, que ocorre no líquido nutritivo da alta viscosidade, produzindo nos órgãos especiais existentes na Apis mellifera (Linneu, 1758). No entanto, é possível comprovar experimentalmente que esse  dissacarídeo, no estado físico-químico descrito e apresentado sob aquela forma geométrica,apresenta considerável resistência a modificar apreciavelmente suas dimensões quando submetido a tensões mecânicas de compressão ao longo do seu eixo em conseqüência da pequena capacidade de deformação que lhe é peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO SE TEM MESTRADO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A sacarose extraída da cana de açúcar, que ainda não tenha passado pelo processo de purificação e refino, apresentando-se sob a forma de pequenos sólidos tronco-piramidais de base retangular, impressiona agradavelmente o paladar, lembrando a sensação provocada pela mesma sacarose produzida pelas abelhas em um peculiar líquido espesso e nutritivo. Entretanto, não altera suas dimensões lineares ou suas proporções quando submetida a uma tensão axial em conseqüência da aplicação de compressões equivalentes e opostas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO SE TEM GRADUAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O açúcar, quando ainda não submetido à refinação e, apresentando-se em blocos sólidos de pequenas dimensões e forma tronco-piramidal, tem sabor deleitável da secreção alimentar das abelhas; todavia não muda suas proporções quando sujeito à compressão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO SE TEM ENSINO MÉDIO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Açúcar não refinado, sob a forma de pequenos blocos, tem o sabor agradável do mel, porém não muda de forma quando pressionado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO SE TEM ENSINO FUNDAMENTAL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Açúcar mascavo em tijolinhos tem o sabor adocicado, mas não é macio ou flexível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO NÃO SE TEM ESTUDO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rapadura é doce, mas não é mole não !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-2913749453290446586?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/2913749453290446586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=2913749453290446586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2913749453290446586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2913749453290446586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-que-no-faz-o-estudo.html' title='O que não faz o estudo'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-8226420279207280110</id><published>2008-03-27T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T04:52:36.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UENH 60 ANOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No dia 14 de março a União dos Estudantes de Novo Hamburgo completou 60 anos.&lt;br /&gt;No período de 98 - 99 fiz parte desta entidade, sendo respectivamente tesoureiro e secretário geral.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz este vídeo em parceria com a cris e ele foi apresentado no jantar de aniversário da entidade.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre é bom rever os momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RliT0NS5hJs&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-8226420279207280110?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/8226420279207280110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=8226420279207280110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8226420279207280110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8226420279207280110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2008/03/uenh-60-anos.html' title='UENH 60 ANOS'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4882413062232805851</id><published>2008-03-27T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T04:43:38.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como os modismos são criados</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mto bom essas propagandas... Agora ta tudo explicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isqueiros em shows, e mixagem de musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSzFPIHtevI&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x4e9e00&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança da Macarena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvkKTWnqqPc&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TvkKTWnqqPc&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-4882413062232805851?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4882413062232805851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4882413062232805851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4882413062232805851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4882413062232805851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2008/03/como-os-modismos-so-criados.html' title='Como os modismos são criados'/><author><name>Fabrício A. 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Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-8659643596663543918</id><published>2007-11-06T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:09:19.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre o Leite Contaminado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;é um absurdo isso né...&lt;br /&gt;so que acho sacanagem maior os anticoncepcionais de farinha que rolaram uma vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlx3AKhjI/AAAAAAAADVk/cWfKI00nr-k/s1600-h/tiago-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlx3AKhjI/AAAAAAAADVk/cWfKI00nr-k/s400/tiago-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129852620315985458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlx3AKhjI/AAAAAAAADVk/cWfKI00nr-k/s1600-h/tiago-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlr3AKhiI/AAAAAAAADVc/hD217GNKY9c/s1600-h/AUTO_son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlr3AKhiI/AAAAAAAADVc/hD217GNKY9c/s400/AUTO_son.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129852517236770338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlmXAKhhI/AAAAAAAADVU/WZOrZKLXOCE/s1600-h/AUTO_pelicano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlmXAKhhI/AAAAAAAADVU/WZOrZKLXOCE/s400/AUTO_pelicano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129852422747489810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlfHAKhgI/AAAAAAAADVM/HNP9aoRcmE4/s1600-h/amorim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlfHAKhgI/AAAAAAAADVM/HNP9aoRcmE4/s400/amorim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129852298193438210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlQnAKhfI/AAAAAAAADVE/AP7okrvm_Kg/s1600-h/amarildo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlQnAKhfI/AAAAAAAADVE/AP7okrvm_Kg/s400/amarildo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129852049085335026" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-8659643596663543918?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/8659643596663543918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=8659643596663543918' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8659643596663543918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8659643596663543918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/11/sobre-o-leite-contaminado.html' title='Sobre o Leite Contaminado'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RzDlx3AKhjI/AAAAAAAADVk/cWfKI00nr-k/s72-c/tiago-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3362564229821881890</id><published>2007-10-15T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:20:40.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Professores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anjo da Guarda&lt;br /&gt;Leci Brandão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professores&lt;br /&gt;Protetores das crianças do meu país&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria, gostaria&lt;br /&gt;De um discurso bem mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo é educação&lt;br /&gt;É matéria de todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ensinem a quem sabe tudo&lt;br /&gt;A entregar o conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;Na sala de aula&lt;br /&gt;É que se forma um cidadão&lt;br /&gt;Na sala de aula&lt;br /&gt;Que se muda uma nação&lt;br /&gt;Na sala de aula&lt;br /&gt;Não há idade, nem cor&lt;br /&gt;Por isso aceite e respeite&lt;br /&gt;O meu professor&lt;br /&gt;Batam palmas pra ele&lt;br /&gt;Batam palmas pra ele&lt;br /&gt;Batam palmas pra ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz dia dos Professores!&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/3449574126840365346-3362564229821881890?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3362564229821881890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3362564229821881890' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3362564229821881890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3362564229821881890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/10/dia-dos-professores.html' title='Dia dos Professores'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-58769338482476879</id><published>2007-10-14T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:59:55.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos Catarina: o aluguel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rumo Dos Ventos&lt;br /&gt;Paulinho da Viola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Paulinho da Viola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toda hora rola uma história&lt;br /&gt;Que é preciso estar atento&lt;br /&gt;A todo instante rola um movimento&lt;br /&gt;Que muda o rumo dos ventos&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe remar não estranha&lt;br /&gt;Vem chegando a luz de um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;O jeito é criar um outro samba&lt;br /&gt;Sem rasgar a velha fantasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher é isso aí&lt;br /&gt;Só existe a gente mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Levando um barco pesado&lt;br /&gt;Apesar do agitado mar&lt;br /&gt;Sem a lua e seu encanto&lt;br /&gt;Ao sabor da ventania&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo no gelo da noite&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração não esfria&lt;br /&gt;E quando o vendaval passar&lt;br /&gt;Acharemos uma ilha&lt;br /&gt;E até quando Deus deixar, mulher&lt;br /&gt;Iremos tocando a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah cris.. foi um achado essa música... e ela ta ai pra mudar os rumos da política pelo que criamos... mais no meu caso vou utilizar ela tb pra uso pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse ultimo ano muitas coisas bacanas estão ocorrendo... no final do ano passado foi o ingresso no mestrado aqui em santa catarina, e um desafio novo apareceu pra mim: morar sozinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira tarefa seria achar um lugar para morar aqui em Santa Catarina.... Então nessas horas é sempre importante contar com uma pessoa cosmopolita: Gonzalo. Eita cara q já viveu e já morou em tudo que é lugar que tu imagina...&lt;br /&gt;A segunda tarefa era achar um apto e arrumar os papeis antes do Carnaval... Afinal a galera do Turano já tava contanto com o esperado carnaval em Floripa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º Dia&lt;br /&gt;Bom foi uma correria... saímos de viagem em uma quarta-feira.. Chegamos a floripa por volta das 23h... e não sabíamos onde iríamos ficar... Paramos em uma pousada (A pousada da vovó)... estávamos podre de cansado, perguntamos o preço e fizemos a ficha... mais quando fomos pro quarto vimos que a pousada da vovó tava mais pra casa do lobo mal.. putz q muquifo (= lugar bagunçado, feio e sujo); Meia volta volver... Pior é que as pousadas já estavam fechando.... Ah mais estávamos em SC... em pleno verão.... Letícia, Gonzalo e Eu...&lt;br /&gt;Procuramos tudo que foi plaquinha em poste com aluga-se /Alquila-se, achamos uma que a dona se superou... Desci do carro e perguntei se tinha quarto, ela olha pro carro, olha pra mim e diz: - É pro casal e pro filho? Não temos.&lt;br /&gt;Pro casal é pro filho? Cheguei no carro e fui obrigado a chamar o Gonza de papai... kkkkk&lt;br /&gt;Bom, depois de andar por tudo achamos um lugar lá pela 1h. Lugar bacana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ª dia&lt;br /&gt;Praia, comprar o DC (Diário Catarinense), só alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3º dia&lt;br /&gt;A foi bom.. praia, comprar o DC, tequila, e uma festa com nome na lista no Café do Sol, na lagoa. Fomos dar uma banda a noite antes de ir pra lagoa em Jurerê Internacional.. afinal somos Vip tb... Tudo muito bom... ate que o carro do Gonzalo resolve parar; falha eletrônica!&lt;br /&gt;- Alemão, alemoa desce pra empurrar!&lt;br /&gt;E fomos nós em plena avenida principal de jurerê internacional empurrando o carro... e era pessdinho.. um vectra.&lt;br /&gt;Saldo na noite, exercício físico e ficamos em casa bebendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4º Dia&lt;br /&gt;Tarefa – arrumar o carro, mais devia ser coisa pouco. Nossa quem diz q o carro queria pegar. Ele pegava e morria em seguida. Nunca empurrei tanto um carro na vida.. acho q foi 1km empurrando ladeira acima. Paramos o carro num dos trevos de acesso de jurere e ficamos esperando o socorro, ele já tava vindo.&lt;br /&gt;Para ficar melhor era umas 11h o melhor dia de todos da nossa estadia se deu naquele dia. Sol, céu azul, e nós três ali parado por 3h ate chegar o mecânico. Chega o mecânico num omega, olha o carro e não era tão simples.. tinha que levar pra oficina, só lá ele conseguiria arrumar. Sábado a tarde, todos os fornecedores de peça estavam fechados.. só segunda. Solução: Alugar um carro. Dá-lhe cheque da letícia...salvador.. mesmo sem fundo foi a salvação (era so cheque calção mesmo).&lt;br /&gt;Curtimos uma praia e ate agora nada de ver apto.. só lendo o classificados do DC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5º Dia&lt;br /&gt;Praia, DC, beber em casa, jantar na casa da akemi.&lt;br /&gt;Fato engraçado: Chega de tanto ler e assinalar anúncio no DC. Esta na hora de começar a ligar.&lt;br /&gt;Bah o anúncio: Apto próximo ao shopping Beira Mar, 1 quarto, semi-mobiliado (era o que eu procurava, afinal não tinha 1 móvel) c/ garagem e cozinha completa. Consultar preço.&lt;br /&gt;Bom mandava consultar o preço foi o q fiz. Liguei.&lt;br /&gt;- Oi , tudo bem?&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo&lt;br /&gt;- Li seu anuncio no DC, sou estudante do mestrado da federal (Ah isso abre portas, não é todo mundo q aluga pra estudante de graduação), gostaria de saber mais informações.&lt;br /&gt;- De que curso vc faz mestrado?&lt;br /&gt;- Engenharia (mais pensei o q isso interessa a ela? Sim era ela.. uma voz feminina que devia ter por volta dos seus 45 anos...). A cozinha é completa mesmo? Tem fogão, geladeira, pia?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim tem tudo isso. Você cozinha?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim&lt;br /&gt;- E sabe fazer fritura?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim&lt;br /&gt;- Nossa um jovem engenheiro, q sabe cozinhar.. (foi isso q a tiazinha falou)..&lt;br /&gt;Pensei NO CREIO Q OUVI ISSO.. ligo pra alugar e de levo cantada...&lt;br /&gt;- Ah e quanto é o aluguel?&lt;br /&gt;- Valor R$ 650,00&lt;br /&gt;- OK, qualquer coisa te ligo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6º Dia&lt;br /&gt;Tarefas: Pegar o carro do gonzalo, devolver o alugado, fazer minha matricula na ufsc e alugar um apto (tarefa inicial).&lt;br /&gt;Bom o preço do carro foi um absurdo, e o cara não aceitava cartão... ficamos 1 hora só pra conseguir pagar... juntamos tudo os dinheiro do bolso e mais um cheque voado, que deve ta lá ate hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Fomos pra UFSC, me matriculei. Agora fomos em 2 imobiliárias e pegamos as chaves de uns aptos e kitinetes.&lt;br /&gt;Bah, aqui uma lição: Não alugue nada depois q saiu o listão da ufsc, ou próximo ao inicio das aulas.. o povo inflaciona os preços. Kitinete minúsculas 450 reias.&lt;br /&gt;Achamos um apto bacana, pegamos os papéis e voltamos pro RS pois tinha a autenticar assinaturas, e outros documentos do fiador e meu, para conseguir enviar ate terça pra quarta estar em SC pra quinta ou sexta ela liberar as chaves... por que no sábado a galera do turano chegaria pro carnaval... a próxima historia dessa série: Os contos Catarina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&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/3449574126840365346-58769338482476879?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/58769338482476879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=58769338482476879' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/58769338482476879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/58769338482476879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/10/contos-catarina.html' title='Contos Catarina: o aluguel'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4447783512703181886</id><published>2007-10-14T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T15:47:50.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na onda do Tropa de Elite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Você nunca mais ouviu falar em Chuck Norris? Pois saiba que o Chuck Norris queria entrar no BOPE, mas o Cap. Nascimento fez ele desistir apenas dizendo: “Você é o novo xerife, sr. 08!”, depois disso ele nunca mais foi visto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.:: Deus disse que iria fazer o mundo em 7 dias. Cap. Nascimento disse: “Faça em 6, sr. 01!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;.:: Cap. Nascimento dorme com a luz acesa, não porque ele tem medo do escuro, mas o escuro teme ele!&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap. Nascimento joga roleta russa com uma arma inteiramente carregada, e ganha.&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap. Nascimento sempre sabe exatamente onde está Carmen Sandiego.&lt;br /&gt;.:: A farda do Cap. Nascimento é preta porque nenhuma outra cor quis ficar perto dele.&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap. Nascimento dorme com um travesseiro debaixo da arma.&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap. Nascimento pediu um Big-mac no Bob´s e foi atendido.&lt;br /&gt;.:: Se colocar no Google as palavras “Cap. Nascimento” + “se ferrou” vai obter 0 resultados e um aviso: Você quis dizer: “Baiano” + “se ferrou”.&lt;br /&gt;.:: “Principais causas de morte no Brasil: 1. Ataque do coração 2. Cap. Nascimento 3. Câncer”, a opção 1 é a maior porque a maioria dos bandidos morrem do coração quando vêem o capitão.&lt;br /&gt;.:: O Capeta queria entrar no BOPE, mas o Cap. Nascimento fez ele desistir apenas dizendo: “666, Você é o novo xerife!”&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap. Nascimento é a razão de Bin Laden ainda estar se escondendo.&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap. Nascimento depois que saiu do BOPE foi trabalhar em uma creche infantil. “Mas foi armado, “cumpadi”, e de farda preta.“&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap. Nascimento não sai de lugar nenhum devendo ninguém, sempre põe na conta do Papa!!&lt;br /&gt;.:: Quando Deus disse “Que se faça a luz!”, Cap. Nascimento falou “Tá de sacanagem, sr. 01? Tá com medinho do escuro, sr. 01?”&lt;br /&gt;.:: Getúlio Vargas não cometeu suicídio, ele só pediu pro Cap. Nascimento: “Na cara não, pra não estragar o velório.”&lt;br /&gt;.:: Quando David Banner fica puto ele vira o Hulk, quando o Hulk fica puto ele vira o Cap. Nascimento.&lt;br /&gt;.:: Quando Deus resolveu criar o Universo foi pedir permissão ao Cap. Nascimento e ele respondeu: “Senta o dedo nessa porra!”&lt;br /&gt;.:: A roupa do Super-homem era preta até o Cap. Nascimento dizer: “Tira essa roupa preta porque você é moleque!”&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap. Nascimento trabalhou como negociador da polícia. Seu trabalho era ligar para os seqüestradores e dizer: “Pede pra sair!”&lt;br /&gt;.:: Quantos Cap. Nascimento são necessários para trocar uma lâmpada? Nenhum, Cap. Nascimento também mata no escuro.&lt;br /&gt;.:: A única diferença entre Deus e o Cap. Nascimento é q Deus perdoa, o Cap. Nascimento NÃO!&lt;br /&gt;.:: Quando Cap. Nascimento diz: “Vai com Deus” Ele quer dizer exatamente isto.&lt;br /&gt;.:: A forma mais efetiva de suicídio que o homem conhece é digitar Cap. Nascimento no Google e clicar em Estou com sorte.&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap. Nascimento não é o “cara”. Ele matou o cara e todos os que estavam a sua volta.&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap. Nascimento não lê livros, ele bota eles no saco até conseguir toda a informação que precisa.&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap. nascimento joga CS de olhos fechados e dá head shot em mula sem cabeça!!&lt;br /&gt;.:: O Cap Nascimento perguntou quanto tempo Deus levaria para criar o mundo, Deus disse que levaria 7 então o Cap. responder: “o Sr. é um fanfarrão, Sr. Deus! O Sr. tem DEZ segundos! Isso pq estou de bom humor!&lt;br /&gt;.:: Certa vez Cap. Nascimento enfiou uma faca em seu próprio olho. A faca ficou cega!&lt;br /&gt;.:: Cap nascimento quando morrer não vai ver Deus, Deus é que vai vê-lo…&lt;br /&gt;.:: Jesus pode andar sobre as águas. Cap. Nascimento pode andar sobre Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;.:: Uma vez 12 milhões de espartanos fizeram o curso do BOPE. Só 300 passaram, e ai vocês sabem o que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;.:: Quando BOPE pegou Jesus da Galiléia, o Cap Nascimento perguntou:- Amigo, eu não quero te machucar, é só voce me dizer onde está seu pai.- Sei não meu filho.- Cadê teu pai. (tapa na cara)- Ele está em todos os lugares.- (tapa na cara) Onde tá seu pai? (tapa na cara) Onde tá seu pai? (Tapa na cara)- Sei não meu filho.- (tapa na cara) Tu não vai dizer não? Vai dizer não?(tapa na cara) 07 traz a cruz aqui então, traz a cruz aqui…&lt;br /&gt;.:: O décimo terceiro trabalho de Hércules era entrar para o BOPE, mas ele não conseguiu pegar o bote do outro lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-4447783512703181886?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4447783512703181886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4447783512703181886' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4447783512703181886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4447783512703181886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/10/naonda-do-tropa-de-elite.html' title='Na onda do Tropa de Elite'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-2791144850498986017</id><published>2007-10-13T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T15:04:29.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acharam o Bin Laden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AIyEdp0-Ts" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-2791144850498986017?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/2791144850498986017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=2791144850498986017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2791144850498986017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/2791144850498986017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/10/acharam-o-bin-laden.html' title='Acharam o Bin Laden'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-7046456993049027334</id><published>2007-09-23T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:02:25.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O pequeno príncipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Havia, em algum lugar, um parque cheio de pinheiros e tílias, e uma velha casa que eu amava. Pouco importava que ela estivesse distante ou próxima, que não pudesse cercar de calor o meu corpo, nem me abrigar; reduzida apenas a um sonho, bastava que ela existisse para que a minha noite fosse cheia de sua presença. Eu não era mais um corpo de homem perdido no areal. Eu me orientava. Era o menino daquela casa, cheio da lembrança de seus perfumes, cheio da fragrância dos seus vestíbulos, cheio das vozes que a haviam animado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://verdadealternativa.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/pequeno_principe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://verdadealternativa.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/pequeno_principe.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Esta semana estive escutando o audio do filme "o pequeno príncipe".. bah mto bom... to baixando o filme agora para ver....&lt;br /&gt;segue um 2 trechos bacanas do livro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pequeno Príncipe&lt;br /&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) "E foi então que apareceu a raposa:&lt;br /&gt;- Bom dia - disse a raposa.&lt;br /&gt;- Bom dia - respondeu polidamente o principezinho que se voltou mas não viu nada.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu estou aqui - disse a voz, debaixo da macieira...&lt;br /&gt;- Quem és tu? - perguntou o principezinho.&lt;br /&gt;- Tu és bem bonita.&lt;br /&gt;- Sou uma raposa - disse a raposa.&lt;br /&gt;- Vem brincar comigo - propôs o princípe&lt;br /&gt;- estou tão triste...&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não posso brincar contigo - disse a raposa. - Não me cativaram ainda.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah! Desculpa - disse o principezinho.&lt;br /&gt;Após uma reflexão, acrescentou:&lt;br /&gt;- O que quer dizer "cativar"?&lt;br /&gt;- Tu não és daqui - disse a raposa. - Que procuras?&lt;br /&gt;- Procuro amigos - disse. - Que quer dizer cativar?&lt;br /&gt;- É uma coisa muito esquecida - disse a raposa. - Significa "criar laços"...&lt;br /&gt;- Criar laços?&lt;br /&gt;- Exatamente. Tu não és para mim senão um garoto inteiramente igual a cem mil outros garotos. E eu não tenho necessidade de ti. E tu não tens necessidade de mim. Mas, se tu me cativas, nós teremos necessiddade um do outro. Serás pra mim o único no mundo. E eu serei para ti a única no mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas a raposa voltou a sua idéia:&lt;br /&gt;- Minha vida é monótona. E por isso eu me aborreço um pouco. Mas se tu me cativas, minha vida será como que cheia de sol. Conhecerei o barulho de passos que será diferente dos outros. Os outros me fazem entrar debaixo da terra. O teu me chamará para fora como música. E depois, olha! Vês, lá longe, o campo de trigo? Eu não como pão. O trigo para mim é inútil. Os campos de trigo não me lembram coisa alguma. E isso é triste! Mas tu tens cabelo cor de ouro. E então serás maravilhoso quando me tiverdes cativado. O trigo que é dourado fará lembrar-me de ti. E eu amarei o barulho do vento do trigo...&lt;br /&gt;A raposa então calou-se e considerou muito tempo o príncipe:&lt;br /&gt;- Por favor, cativa-me! - disse ela.&lt;br /&gt;- Bem quisera - disse o principe - mas eu não tenho tempo. Tenho amigos a descobrir e mundos a conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;- A gente só conhece bem as coisas que cativou - disse a raposa. - Os homens não tem tempo de conhecer coisa alguma. Compram tudo prontinho nas lojas. Mas como não existem lojas de amigos, os homens não têm mais amigos. Se tu queres uma amiga, cativa-me!&lt;br /&gt;- Os homens esqueceram a verdade - disse a raposa. - Mas tu não a deves esquecer. Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3449574126840365346-7046456993049027334?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/7046456993049027334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=7046456993049027334' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7046456993049027334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7046456993049027334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-pequeno-prncipe.html' title='O pequeno príncipe'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-7763825680768489664</id><published>2007-09-15T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:32:05.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feriado de 7 de setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;nas palavras de gonzalo o feriado de 7 de setembro aqui em floripa: Cris, gonzalo, ale, gabi e kiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl style="font-family: arial;" id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt id="c2866697092033701126"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="profile/16413556670034181945" onclick="" rel="nofollow"&gt;gonzalo&lt;/a&gt;  disse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ó dias cansativos...&lt;br /&gt;Quem pode ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;quando às oito e um triz&lt;br /&gt;passa um terremoto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas o pior não é isso,&lt;br /&gt;é a demais preocupação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mesma alemoa querendo&lt;br /&gt;saber a praia do dia&lt;br /&gt;a nega branca dizendo&lt;br /&gt;qual o prato que fazia&lt;br /&gt;e a coisa-preta querida&lt;br /&gt;perguntando da bebida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu e o alemão só na boa&lt;br /&gt;entre gelada e camarão&lt;br /&gt;mas que estresse no inverno&lt;br /&gt;só quero ver no verão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-7763825680768489664?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/7763825680768489664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=7763825680768489664' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7763825680768489664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7763825680768489664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/09/feriado-de-7-de-setembro.html' title='feriado de 7 de setembro'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-170563237732961937</id><published>2007-09-05T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:56:15.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pintura digital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Rt7etIZwH9I/AAAAAAAAB9c/cfeMlZld19w/s1600-h/pintura+da+baia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Rt7etIZwH9I/AAAAAAAAB9c/cfeMlZld19w/s400/pintura+da+baia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106763894415695826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To fazendo teste no corel painter.. mto show de trabalhar nele.. vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; essa ai é minha cadela baia..&lt;br /&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/3449574126840365346-170563237732961937?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/170563237732961937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=170563237732961937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/170563237732961937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/170563237732961937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/09/pintura-digital.html' title='Pintura digital'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Rt7etIZwH9I/AAAAAAAAB9c/cfeMlZld19w/s72-c/pintura+da+baia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3333278756935416807</id><published>2007-09-04T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:42:23.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque os homens inventaram o post-it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Rt3DHIZwH8I/AAAAAAAAB9U/YX0G50uF4es/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Rt3DHIZwH8I/AAAAAAAAB9U/YX0G50uF4es/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106452079790006210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-3333278756935416807?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3333278756935416807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3333278756935416807' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3333278756935416807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3333278756935416807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/09/porque-os-homens-inventaram-o-post-it.html' title='Porque os homens inventaram o post-it?'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/Rt3DHIZwH8I/AAAAAAAAB9U/YX0G50uF4es/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-5794475139563531355</id><published>2007-08-27T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:43:55.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de estagiário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.donajulha.globolog.com.br/estagiario_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.donajulha.globolog.com.br/estagiario_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.uol.com.br/allansieber/estagiario/estagiario044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www2.uol.com.br/allansieber/estagiario/estagiario044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-5794475139563531355?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/5794475139563531355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=5794475139563531355' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/5794475139563531355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/5794475139563531355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/08/vida-de-estagirio.html' title='Vida de estagiário'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-7346373147397652262</id><published>2007-08-27T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:12:26.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redação Gramatical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recebi por email esse texto.. Vale a pena ler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A fonte do texto é pra ser uma estudante de letras da Universidade Federal de Pernambuco... se alguem souber do nome dela coloco nos créditos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Era a terceira vez que aquele substantivo e aquele artigo se encontravam no elevador. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um substantivo masculino, com um aspecto plural, com alguns anos bem vividos pelas preposições da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o artigo era bem definido, feminino, singular: era ainda novinha, mas com um maravilhoso predicado nominal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Era ingênua, silábica, um pouco átona, até ao contrário dele: um sujeito oculto, com todos os vícios de linguagem, fanáticos por leituras e filmes ortográficos. O substantivo gostou dessa situação: os dois sozinhos, num lugar sem ninguém ver e ouvir. E sem perder essa oportunidade, começou a se insinuar, a perguntar, a conversar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O artigo feminino deixou as reticências de lado, e permitiu esse pequeno índice. De repente, o elevador pára, só com os dois lá dentro: ótimo, pensou o substantivo, mais um bom motivo para provocar alguns sinônimos. Pouco tempo depois, já estavam bem entre parênteses, quando o elevador recomeça a se movimentar: só que em vez de descer, sobe e pára justamente no andar do substantivo. Ele usou de toda a sua flexão verbal, e entrou com ela em seu aposto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ligou o fonema, e ficaram alguns instantes em silêncio, ouvindo uma fonética clássica, bem suave e gostosa. Prepararam uma sintaxe dupla para ele e um hiato com gelo para ela. Ficaram conversando, sentados num vocativo, quando ele começou outra vez a se insinuar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ela foi deixando, ele foi usando seu forte adjunto adverbial, e rapidamente chegaram a um imperativo, todos os vocábulos diziam que iriam terminar num transitivo direto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Começaram a se aproximar, ela tremendo de vocabulário, e ele sentindo seu ditongo crescente: se abraçaram, numa pontuação tão minúscula, que nem um período simples passaria entre os dois. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estavam nessa ênclise quando ela confessou que ainda era vírgula; ele não perdeu o ritmo e sugeriu uma ou outra soletrada em seu apóstrofo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É claro que ela se deixou levar por essas palavras, estava totalmente oxítona às vontades dele, e foram para o comum de dois gêneros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ela totalmente voz passiva, ele voz ativa. Entre beijos, carícias, parônimos e substantivos, ele foi avançando cada vez mais: ficaram uns minutos nessa próclise, e ele, com todo o seu predicativo do objeto, ia tomando conta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estavam na posição de primeira e segunda pessoa do singular, ela era um perfeito agente da passiva, ele todo paroxítono, sentindo o pronome do seu grande travessão forçando aquele hífen ainda singular. Nisso a porta abriu repentinamente. Era o verbo auxiliar do edifício. Ele tinha percebido tudo, e entrou dando conjunções e adjetivos nos dois, que se encolheram gramaticalmente, cheios de preposições, locuções e exclamativas. Mas ao ver aquele corpo jovem, numa acentuação tônica, ou melhor, subtônica, o verbo auxiliar diminuiu seus advérbios e declarou o seu particípio na história. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os dois se olharam, e viram que isso era melhor do que uma metáfora por todo o edifício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O verbo auxiliar se entusiasmou e mostrou o seu adjunto adnominal. Que loucura, minha gente. Aquilo não era nem comparativo: era um superlativo absoluto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foi se aproximando dos dois, com aquela coisa maiúscula, com aquele predicativo do sujeito apontado para seus objetos. Foi chegando cada vez mais perto, comparando o ditongo do substantivo ao seu tritongo, propondo claramente uma mesóclise-a-trois. Só que as condições eram estas: enquanto abusava de um ditongo nasal, penetraria ao gerúndio do substantivo, e culminaria com um complemento verbal no artigo feminino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O substantivo, vendo que poderia se transformar num artigo indefinido depois dessa, pensando em seu infinitivo, resolveu colocar um ponto final na história: agarrou o verbo auxiliar pelo seu conectivo, jogou-o pela janela e voltou ao seu trema, cada vez mais fiel à língua portuguesa, com o artigo feminino colocado em conjunção coordenativa conclusiva.&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/3449574126840365346-7346373147397652262?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/7346373147397652262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=7346373147397652262' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7346373147397652262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7346373147397652262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/08/redao-gramatical.html' title='Redação Gramatical'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-3266644375885676657</id><published>2007-08-26T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:41:42.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heloisa Helena perdendo os Dentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muito engraçado esse vídeo.... mais preste atenção.. dá pra ver direitinho o dente caindo da boca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTr5Wnp-ScM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-3266644375885676657?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/3266644375885676657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=3266644375885676657' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3266644375885676657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/3266644375885676657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/08/heloisa-helena-perdendo-os-dentes.html' title='Heloisa Helena perdendo os Dentes'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-8537527354714136745</id><published>2007-08-26T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:47:08.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Propaganda feita com as sobras de mãos e braços</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Esta propaganda é realmente mto boa.. super inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;Valeu tamara pela dica!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cLcjgv_2d0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cLcjgv_2d0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-8537527354714136745?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/8537527354714136745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=8537527354714136745' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8537527354714136745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/8537527354714136745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/08/esta-propaganda-realmente-mto-boa.html' title='Propaganda feita com as sobras de mãos e braços'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4627573592549009774</id><published>2007-08-21T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T07:16:48.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Folianopólis 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alera vamos se agilizar.. ja começaram as vendas... o meu abadá ja ta garantido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RsrygYZwH7I/AAAAAAAAB8c/9kYIgZmPhXY/s1600-h/folianopolis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RsrygYZwH7I/AAAAAAAAB8c/9kYIgZmPhXY/s400/folianopolis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101156166070706098" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.folianopolis.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Folianópolis 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-4627573592549009774?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4627573592549009774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4627573592549009774' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4627573592549009774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4627573592549009774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/08/folianoplis-2007.html' title='Folianopólis 2007'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PdofY5LBRtg/RsrygYZwH7I/AAAAAAAAB8c/9kYIgZmPhXY/s72-c/folianopolis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-7467265429517954316</id><published>2007-08-19T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T09:09:08.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consciência em todos os ritmos musicais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Estava organizando minhas musicas no micro e achei essa musica sertaneja do Zezé Di Camargo e Luciano... resolvi escutar...  bah a letra é algo.... e ela foi &lt;br /&gt;utilizada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;na campanha do lula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Meu País "&lt;br /&gt;Zezé Di Camargo e Luciano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não falta sol&lt;br /&gt;Aqui não falta chuva&lt;br /&gt;A terra faz brotar qualquer semente&lt;br /&gt;Se a mão de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Protege e molha o nosso chão&lt;br /&gt;Por que será que tá faltando pão ?&lt;br /&gt;Se a natureza nunca reclamou da gente&lt;br /&gt;Do corte do machado, a foice, o fogo ardente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nessa terra tudo que se planta dá&lt;br /&gt;Que é que há, meu país ?&lt;br /&gt;O que é que há ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem alguém levando lucro&lt;br /&gt;Tem alguém colhendo o fruto&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que é plantar&lt;br /&gt;Tá faltando consciência&lt;br /&gt;Tá sobrando paciência&lt;br /&gt;Tá faltando alguém gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito um trem desgovernado&lt;br /&gt;Quem trabalha tá ferrado&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos de quem só engana&lt;br /&gt;Feito mal que não tem cura&lt;br /&gt;Estão levando à loucura&lt;br /&gt;O país que a gente ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito mal que não tem cura&lt;br /&gt;Estão levando à loucura&lt;br /&gt;O Brasil que a gente ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-7467265429517954316?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/7467265429517954316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=7467265429517954316' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7467265429517954316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/7467265429517954316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/08/conscincia-em-todos-os-ritmos-musicais.html' title='Consciência em todos os ritmos musicais'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-6549987441163026945</id><published>2007-08-19T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T08:04:36.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escher - recomendo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.mcescher.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.helderdarocha.com.br/blog/dragao_escher.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.helderdarocha.com.br/blog/dragao_escher.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3449574126840365346-6549987441163026945?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/6549987441163026945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=6549987441163026945' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6549987441163026945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/6549987441163026945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/08/escher-recomendo.html' title='Escher - recomendo...'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-67815361652690541</id><published>2007-08-18T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:08:51.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O monge e o escorpião</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um Monge e seus discípulos iam por uma estrada. Quando passavam por uma ponte, viram um escorpião sendo arrastado pelas águas. O Monge correu pela margem do rio, meteu-se na água e tomou o bichinho na mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o trazia para fora, o bichinho o picou e, devido à dor, o homem deixou-o cair novamente no rio. Foi então à margem do rio, tomou um ramo de árvore, correu adiantando-se à correnteza, entrou, recolheu o escorpião e o salvou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao voltar, o Monge juntou-se aos discípulos na estrada. Eles haviam assistido à cena e o receberam perplexos e sem entender nada. Então perguntaram:&lt;br /&gt;Mestre, deve estar doendo muito! Porque foi salvar esse bicho ruim e venenoso? - Que se afogasse! Seria um a menos! - Veja como ele respondeu à sua ajuda! Picou a mão que o salvara! - Não merecia sua compaixão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O monge ouviu tranqüilamente os comentários e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele agiu conforme sua natureza, e eu de acordo com a minha. Não podemos e nem temos o direito de mudar o outro. Apenas podemos melhorar nossas próprias reações e atitudes, pois é certo que cada um dá o que tem e o que pode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não mude sua natureza se alguém te faz algum mal; apenas tome precauções.&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/3449574126840365346-67815361652690541?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/67815361652690541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=67815361652690541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/67815361652690541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/67815361652690541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-monge-e-o-escorpio.html' title='O monge e o escorpião'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4967784219020133478</id><published>2007-08-17T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T12:59:48.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tem galera q não cansa de lutar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jovens quebram produtos da Phillips em protesto no PI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entidades estudantis organizaram hoje uma manifestação contra os produtos da Phillips no Piauí. Eles quebraram televisores, DVDs e aparelhos de som da marca em praça pública e pediram um boicote à empresa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O ato foi realizado em repúdio às declarações do presidente da Phillips do Brasil, Paulo Zottolo, que disse que se o Piauí deixasse de existir ninguém iria se chatear com isso. A afirmação foi publicada no jornal Valor Econômico.&lt;br /&gt;Para os estudantes, Paulo Zottolo deveria conhecer o Estado ao invés de proferir "declarações estapafúrdias" sobre o Piauí. "Nós vamos criar um movimento para que a população nordestina boicote os produtos da Phillips. Cansamos de ser discriminados. Vai ter o movimento 'Cansei da Phillips'", comentou José Eduardo Alemão, presidente da União da Juventude Socialista (UJS) no Piauí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fonte: Agência Estado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-4967784219020133478?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4967784219020133478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4967784219020133478' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4967784219020133478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4967784219020133478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/08/tem-galera-q-no-cansa-de-lutar.html' title='Tem galera q não cansa de lutar!'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3449574126840365346.post-4903330312355116823</id><published>2007-08-17T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:41:55.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa aí é a galera q se cansou....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bom galera.. entrei para esse mundo dos blogs... vou colocar nele coisas que acho pela net, que qualquer um acha, e coisas que só o fabricio pode achar.. hauahuahuha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue abaixo duas imagens que falam exatamente o que esse tal movimento Cansei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vermelho.org.br/admin/img_upload/cansadparodia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vermelho.org.br/admin/img_upload/cansadparodia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y41qH2W5SN8/Rq6OpjfOXpI/AAAAAAAAARs/BgWikc747zA/s1600/AngeliCansei.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y41qH2W5SN8/Rq6OpjfOXpI/AAAAAAAAARs/BgWikc747zA/s1600/AngeliCansei.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3449574126840365346-4903330312355116823?l=chapaeguia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/feeds/4903330312355116823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3449574126840365346&amp;postID=4903330312355116823' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4903330312355116823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3449574126840365346/posts/default/4903330312355116823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chapaeguia.blogspot.com/2007/08/essa-a-galera-q-se-cansou.html' title='Essa aí é a galera q se cansou....'/><author><name>Fabrício A. Kipper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197869031872299843</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y41qH2W5SN8/Rq6OpjfOXpI/AAAAAAAAARs/BgWikc747zA/s72-c/AngeliCansei.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
