<?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-4239891464898956396</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:23:46.042-02:00</updated><category term='Outros'/><category term='Bad'/><category term='Cerveja'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Natureza'/><category term='Aniversário'/><category term='Frases'/><category term='Signos'/><category term='Desabafos'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='Light'/><category term='Horóscopo'/><category term='Futilidade'/><category term='By Me'/><category term='Vegetarianismo'/><category term='Rock'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Fotos'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Cotidiano'/><category term='Depressão'/><category term='Receitas'/><category term='Show'/><category term='Liberdade'/><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><subtitle type='html'>Delivre toi de ce poids avec tes doigts!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-5600342279316347969</id><published>2010-09-20T18:40:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:53:50.549-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Risque o que você já fez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-content"&gt;                                                                                   &lt;p&gt;01. &lt;strike&gt;Ver o Sol nascer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;02. &lt;strike&gt;Nadar nu&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;03. &lt;strike&gt;Viajar sozinho &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;04. &lt;strike&gt;Plantar uma árvore&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;05. Colher e comer o que plantou&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;06. &lt;strike&gt;Abraçar uma árvore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;07. &lt;strike&gt;Escrever um livro, poema, ou música&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;08. Fazer um cruzeiro marítimo pelo litoral do Brasil&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;09. Conhecer a Itália&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Pegar uma cobra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;11. &lt;strike&gt;Andar de avião&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;12. Ir a Europa &lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;13. &lt;strike&gt;Aprender a falar outra língua&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;14. Beijar um estrangeiro &lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;15. Fazer um boneco de neve&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;16. Saltar de paraquedas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;17. &lt;strike&gt;Andar em uma roda gigante&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. Criar um hamster&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;19. &lt;strike&gt;Virar a noite em casa com os amigos&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. &lt;strike&gt;Morar em outra cidade&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21. &lt;strike&gt;Apaixonar-se&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;22. &lt;strike&gt;Chorar&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;23. &lt;strike&gt;Sorrir&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;24. &lt;strike&gt;Dar gargalhadas até doer a barriga&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;25. &lt;strike&gt;Chorar de alegria&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;26. &lt;strike&gt;Ler um bom livro&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;27. &lt;strike&gt;Tomar banho de chuva com alguém especial&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;28. &lt;strike&gt;Nadar na piscina a noite&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;29. &lt;strike&gt;Ter um cachorro&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;30. Aprender a dirigir&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;31. &lt;strike&gt;Passear de teleférico&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;32. &lt;strike&gt;Entrar na faculdade&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;33. &lt;strike&gt;Se formar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;34. &lt;strike&gt;Executar a profissão&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;35. Morar na França&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;36. Segurar um filhote de leão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;37. Ir a uma praia de nudismo &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;38. &lt;strike&gt;Passear a noite pela praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;39. &lt;strike&gt;Fazer caminhada bem cedo na areia da praia&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;40. &lt;strike&gt;Aprender a cozinhar&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;41. &lt;strike&gt;Cuidar de uma criança&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;42. &lt;strike&gt;Aprender a dizer “não” às pessoas&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;43. Comprar uma casa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;44. Comprar um carro &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;45. &lt;strike&gt;Casar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;46. Ter filhos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;47. Ser DJ por uma noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;48. Dançar com um estranho num país estrangeiro&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;49. &lt;strike&gt;Visitar orfanatos e asilos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;50. &lt;strike&gt;Presenciar um eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;51. &lt;strike&gt;Dizer “Eu te amo”&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;52. &lt;strike&gt;Fazer uma viagem a dois&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;53. &lt;strike&gt;Passar uma semana sem internet&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;54. Aparecer em um outdoor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;55. Saltar de parapente&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;56. Praticar mergulho&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;57. &lt;strike&gt;Comer o que tiver vontade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;58. &lt;strike&gt;Criar frases sábias&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;59. &lt;strike&gt;Doar coisas que não uso mais&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;60. &lt;strike&gt;Passear em um parque sozinho&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;61. &lt;strike&gt;Ouvir suas músicas favoritas inúmeras vezes&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;62. &lt;strike&gt;Acordar só depois do meio-dia&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;63. &lt;strike&gt;Passar o dia todo assistindo DVD’s&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;64. &lt;strike&gt;Amar e ser correspondido&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;65. &lt;strike&gt;Passar um final de semana “sozinho” em casa&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;66. &lt;strike&gt;Dormir de conchinha com tempo chuvoso&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;67. &lt;strike&gt;Reciclar&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;68. &lt;strike&gt;Acampar sob as estrelas&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;69. Saltar de bungee jump &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;70. Fazer um curso de dança de salão&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;71. Tocar nas pirâmides do Egito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;72. Ir a Disney&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;73. &lt;strike&gt;Ir ao Hopi Hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;74. Ir a uma praia deserta com alguém &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;75. &lt;strike&gt;Sentar na mesa com um estranho num restaurante e comer com ele&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;76. Salvar a vida de alguém&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;﻿77. Aprender a toc﻿ar um instrumento musical&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;78. &lt;strike&gt;Ficar bêbado ao menos uma vez na vida&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;79. &lt;strike&gt;Ir ao show de um artista desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;80. &lt;strike&gt;Aprender a meditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;81. &lt;strike&gt;Andar a cavalo&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;82. &lt;strike&gt;Tomar chocolate quente no frio&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;83.&lt;strike&gt; Ficar hospedado em um bom hotel&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;84. &lt;strike&gt;Ver fogos de artifício no ano-novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;85. Passear em um balão &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;86. &lt;strike&gt;Dançar muito em uma boate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;87. Mergulhar com tubarões&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;88. Ir à África do Sul&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;89. Assistir um jogo do Barcelona&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;90. &lt;strike&gt;Tirar 10 em Física&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;91. Roubar uma placa/sinal de trânsito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;92. &lt;strike&gt;Fazer um piercing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;93. &lt;strike&gt;Ter um gato&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;94. &lt;strike&gt;Doar sangue&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;95. Comer neve&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;96. &lt;strike&gt;Comer caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;97. &lt;strike&gt;Ficar dentro de um carrinho de supermercado&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;98. &lt;strike&gt;Dormir um dia inteiro &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;99. Agradecer à Deus pelo dia&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;100. &lt;strike&gt;Ver o Sol se pôr&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;101. Fazer as 100 coisas da lista acima.&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-5600342279316347969?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/5600342279316347969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=5600342279316347969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/5600342279316347969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/5600342279316347969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2010/09/risque-o-que-voce-ja-fez.html' title='Risque o que você já fez!'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-1199662749387388070</id><published>2010-09-17T10:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:38:00.518-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Possuo fantasmas no meu inconsciente, estão lá porque não conseguiram se tornar realidade. Vira e mexe me assombram. Sou louca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-1199662749387388070?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/1199662749387388070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=1199662749387388070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/1199662749387388070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/1199662749387388070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2010/09/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-4483423710281847040</id><published>2010-05-25T19:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:36:26.150-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>J'ai moi-même</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;"Ninguém sabe a felicidade e a dor que é ser eu!"&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/4239891464898956396-4483423710281847040?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/4483423710281847040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=4483423710281847040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/4483423710281847040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/4483423710281847040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2010/05/ninguem-sabe-felicidade-e-dor-que-e-ser.html' title='J&apos;ai moi-même'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-6817674383509135</id><published>2010-05-06T17:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:33:57.904-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>Liberdade!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;"Uma vez eu a deixei escapar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Uma única vez, ela passou despercebida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Uma única vez, fez uma ferida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Uma vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Mas, apenas uma única vez!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S-MnZKjgJiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-2qKkKKPXJ0/s1600/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S-MnZKjgJiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-2qKkKKPXJ0/s320/liberdade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468257685841389090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Vivre pour être libre!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4239891464898956396-6817674383509135?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/6817674383509135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=6817674383509135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/6817674383509135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/6817674383509135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2010/05/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade!!'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S-MnZKjgJiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-2qKkKKPXJ0/s72-c/liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-8941927228848997167</id><published>2010-04-14T16:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:30:43.317-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futilidade'/><title type='text'>Você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essas pessoas todas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tolas, toscas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu já conheço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adaptáveis, moldáveis, sociáveis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de diferentes acabamentos externos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recicláveis, caixas altas ou baixas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de vários formatos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sem aparentes avarias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;iguaizinhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porém vazias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-8941927228848997167?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/8941927228848997167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=8941927228848997167&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/8941927228848997167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/8941927228848997167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2010/04/voce.html' title='Você?'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-3971229010830229747</id><published>2010-03-10T16:25:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:43:53.620-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><title type='text'>Receita: Batatas ao forno com molho branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Receita prática e deliciosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 5 batatas cozidas médias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 xícara de leite desnatado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 xícara de farinha de trigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 colher de café sal com alho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 colher de café de alho picado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 colher de café de azeite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 colher de sopa de margarina light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pimenta do reino e orégano à gosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- queijo ralado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modo de Preparo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Corte as batatas cozidas em rodelas e coloque em uma travessa (quadrada, redonda ou oval) de vidro.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Molho:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em uma panela coloque o azeite, o alho picado e o sal com alho, frite até o alho ficar dourado. Acrescente a margarina e deixe derreter, coloque a farinha de trigo, mexa até ter uma massa homogênea, acrescente o leite ao poucos para não empelotar. Mexa até que o molho fique consistente. Desligue o fogo e acrescente a pimenta e orégano. Mexa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na travessa com as batatas espalhadas despeje o molho e cubra toda a batata. Coloque o queijo ralado (à gosto) por cima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Leve ao forno alto por cerca de 20 minutos ou até o queijo ralado derreter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pronto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rendimento:&lt;/b&gt; 6 porções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Calorias por porção:&lt;/b&gt; 445 kcal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S5f12Dpl86I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/30wQX6slbEY/s320/batatamolhobranco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447092583369405346" 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="color:#0000EE;"&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/4239891464898956396-3971229010830229747?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/3971229010830229747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=3971229010830229747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3971229010830229747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3971229010830229747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2010/03/receita-batatas-ao-forno-com-molho.html' title='Receita: Batatas ao forno com molho branco'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S5f12Dpl86I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/30wQX6slbEY/s72-c/batatamolhobranco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-7326219808604263956</id><published>2010-03-01T16:37:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:42:45.754-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>Pára o mundo que eu quero descer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4wX3YOY3MI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Yi6Ln_FD18Q/s1600-h/mau%2Bhumor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4wX3YOY3MI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Yi6Ln_FD18Q/s400/mau%2Bhumor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443752289747131586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje meu mar não está para peixe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu humor desabou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E eu só queria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cama e edredon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUNF!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-7326219808604263956?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/7326219808604263956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=7326219808604263956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/7326219808604263956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/7326219808604263956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje-meu-mar-nao-esta-para-peixe.html' title='Pára o mundo que eu quero descer!'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4wX3YOY3MI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Yi6Ln_FD18Q/s72-c/mau%2Bhumor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-8174634727120348827</id><published>2009-11-27T22:04:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:28:34.242-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light'/><title type='text'>Receitas: Talinhos de beterraba com tomate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim, você não precisa jogar fora aqueles talinhos que vem nas beterrabas compradas na feira, você pode utiliza-los e fazer uma deliciosa receita e de pouca caloria. Aprendi com a minha sogra, e meu namorido ama desde criança, rs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 4 beterrabas&lt;br /&gt;- 1 tomate&lt;br /&gt;- azeite, pimenta do reino e alho picado à gosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modo de Preparo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Corte os talinhos das beterrabas, pique-os em pequenos pedacinhos. (as beterrabas use para fazer a receita do post anterior, rs!). Pique o tomate. Em uma panela, acrescente o azeite e o alho picado. Frite. Coloque o tomate picado e frite junto com o alho. Acrescente os talinhos de beterraba e misture bem.&lt;br /&gt;Os talinhos irão soltar um pouquinho de água, continue mexendo. Quando a 'água' dos talinhos estiver secado, desligue o fogo e coloque a pimenta do reino. Misture bem e sirva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rendimento:&lt;/span&gt; 1 porção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calorias por porção:&lt;/span&gt; 132 kcal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-8174634727120348827?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/8174634727120348827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=8174634727120348827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/8174634727120348827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/8174634727120348827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/11/receitas-talinhos-de-beterraba-com.html' title='Receitas: Talinhos de beterraba com tomate'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-3972489363355481097</id><published>2009-11-27T21:46:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:02:52.804-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>Receita: Berinjela à parmegiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SxBof3wCdBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hPi3ypHzOWE/s1600/berinjela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SxBof3wCdBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hPi3ypHzOWE/s200/berinjela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408938049222636562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito boa e super rápido de fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(porção para 2 pessoas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 beringela bem grande&lt;br /&gt;- 2 pacotes de molho de tomate pronto&lt;br /&gt;- 5 fatias de queijo cheddar&lt;br /&gt;- 5 fatias de mussarela (tipo polengue)&lt;br /&gt;- queijo ralado, manjericão, azeite e orégano à gosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modo de Preparo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Corte a beringela em fatias não muito finas. Em um recipiente médio despeje o molho ate cobrir todo o fundo. Coloque as fatias de beringela por cima do molho, acrescente as fatias de queijo cheddar por cima da beringela. Cubra com o molho. Faca mais uma camada de beringela e outra de queijo, despeje o restante do molho até cobrir todo o queijo.&lt;br /&gt;Coloque o queijo ralado por cima de todo molho, alguns fios de azeite e orégano. Enfeite com manjericão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rendimento:&lt;/span&gt; 6 pratos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calorias por &lt;/span&gt;porção&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;410 calorias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-3972489363355481097?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/3972489363355481097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=3972489363355481097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3972489363355481097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3972489363355481097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/11/receita-berinjela-parmegiana.html' title='Receita: Berinjela à parmegiana'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SxBof3wCdBI/AAAAAAAAAVw/hPi3ypHzOWE/s72-c/berinjela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-7831413112231325364</id><published>2009-11-27T21:34:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:45:55.015-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light'/><title type='text'>Receita: Suco de Beterraba com Limão</title><content type='html'>Uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ótima&lt;/span&gt; receita para o verão, rápida, pratica e deliciosa.&lt;br /&gt;Substituir a laranja por limão para mim foi uma questão de necessidade: não tinha laranja, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; vai limão, e não é que deu certo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 litro de água&lt;br /&gt;- 1 beterraba crua grande&lt;br /&gt;- 1 limão grande&lt;br /&gt;- adoçante à gosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modo de Preparo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bata tudo no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;liquidificador&lt;/span&gt; até a beterraba se desfazer.&lt;br /&gt;Sirva gelado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rendimento:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 copos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calorias por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;copo&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;10&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kcal.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4239891464898956396-7831413112231325364?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/7831413112231325364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=7831413112231325364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/7831413112231325364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/7831413112231325364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/11/receita-suco-de-beterraba-com-limao.html' title='Receita: Suco de Beterraba com Limão'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-3404840576467656018</id><published>2009-11-16T20:32:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:43:55.419-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>As Vertentes do Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" class="post hentry"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a name="74620139151393999"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Para entender as diferentes vertentes do Metal e do Rock, vamos imaginar uma situação e seus respectivos desfechos na abordagem de cada estilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“No alto do castelo, há uma linda princesa - muito carente - que foi ali trancada, e é guardada por um grande e terrível dragão”…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEAVY METAL: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;O protagonista chega no castelo numa Harley Davidson, mata o dragão, enche a cara de cerveja com a princesa e depois transa com ela. Posteriormente se separam quando ela descobre que ele transou com uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;groupie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;METAL MELÓDICO: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;O protagonista chega no castelo num cavalo alado branco, escapa do dragão, salva a princesa, fogem para longe e fazem amor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THRASH METAL: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;O protagonista chega no castelo, duela com o dragão, salva a princesa e transa com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POWER METAL: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;O protagonista chega brandindo sua espada e trava uma batalha gloriosa contra o dragão. O dragão sucumbe enquanto ele permanece em pé, banhado pelo sangue de seu inimigo, sinal de seu triunfo. Resgata a princesa. Esgota a paciência dela com auto-elogios e transa com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOLK METAL: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;O protagonista chega acompanhado de vários amigos e duendes tocando acordeon, alaúde, viola e outros instrumentos estranhos. Fazem o dragão dormir depois de tanto dançar, e vão embora, sem a princesa, pois a floresta está cheia de ninfas, elfas e fadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIKING METAL: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;O protagonista chega em um navio, mata o dragão com um machado, assa e come. Estupra a princesa, pilha o castelo e toca fogo em tudo antes de ir embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK METAL:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Chega de madrugada, dentro da neblina. Mata o dragão e empala em frente ao castelo. Sodomiza a princesa, a corta com uma faca e bebe o seu sangue em um ritual até matá-la. Depois descobre que ela não era mais virgem e a empala junto com o dragão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH METAL: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;O protagonista chega, mata o dragão, transa com a princesa, mata a princesa e vai embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GORE:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Chega, mata o dragão. Sobe no castelo, transa com a princesa e a mata. Depois transa com ela de novo. Queima o corpo da princesa e transa com ele de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPLATTER: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chega, mata o dragão, abre-o com um bisturi. Sodomiza a princesa com as tripas do dragão. Abre buracos nela com o bisturi e estupra cada um dos buracos. Tira os globos oculares da princesa e estupra as órbitas. Depois mata a princesa, faz uma autópsia, tira fotos, e lança um album cuja capa é uma das fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOOM METAL: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chega no castelo, olha o tamanho do dragão, fica deprimido e se mata. O dragão come o cadáver do protagonista e depois come a princesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHITE METAL: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chega no castelo, exorciza o dragão, converte a princesa e usa o castelo para sediar mais uma “Igreja Universal do Reino de Deus”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW METAL: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chega no castelo se achando o bonzão e dizendo o quanto é bom de briga. Quer provar para todos que também é foda e é capaz de salvar a princesa. Acha que é capaz de vencer o dragão; perde feio e leva o maior cacete. O protagonista New Metal toma um prozak e vai gravar um disco “The Best Of”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRUNGE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chega drogado, escapa do dragão e encontra a princesa. Conta para ela sobre a sua infância triste. A princesa dá um soco na cara dele e vai procurar o protagonista Heavy Metal. O protagonista grunge sofre uma overdose de heroína.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK N’ROLL CLÁSSICO: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chega de moto fumando um baseado e oferece para o dragão, que logo fica seu amigo. Depois acampa com a princesa numa parte mais afastada do jardim e depois de muito sexo, drogas e rock n roll, tem uma overdose de LSD e morre sufocado no próprio vômito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUNK ROCK: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cospe no dragão, joga uma pedra nele e depois foge. Pixa o muro do castelo com um “A” de anarquia. Faz um moicano na princesa e depois abre uma barraquinha de fanzines no saguão do castelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMOCORE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chega ao castelo e conta ao dragão o quanto gosta da princesa. O dragão fica com pena e o deixa passar. Após entrar no castelo ele descobre que a princesa fugiu com o protagonista Heavy Metal. Escreve uma música de letra emotiva contando como foi abandonado pela sua amada e como o mundo é injusto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROGRESSIVO: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chega, toca um solo virtuoso de guitarra de 26 minutos. O dragão se mata de tanto tédio. Chega até a princesa e toca outro solo que explora todas as técnicas de atonalismo em compassos ternários compostos aprendidas no último ano de conservatório. A princesa foge e vai procurar o protagonista Heavy Metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD ROCK: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chega em um conversível vermelho, com duas loiras peitudas e tomando Jack Daniel’s. Mata o dragão com uma faca e faz uma orgia com a princesa e as loiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD ROCK (2): &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sobe no castelo e mata o dragão jogando uma TV lá de cima pela janela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Chega de skate, organiza um protesto em frente ao castelo contra a ditadura dos dragões. Sobe na torre, transa com a princesa e grava um álbum com 25 faixas de 2 minutos cada descendo o pau no governo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARDCORE (2): &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;O protagonista Hardcore chega bangueando, coloca o dragão na roda, o enche de chutes e o derruba no fosso. Sobe todo o castelo, e dá um mosh da torre mais alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLAM ROCK: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chega no castelo. O dragão rí tanto quando o vê que o deixa passar. Ele entra no castelo, rouba o hair dresser e o batom da princesa. Depois a convence a pintar o castelo de rosa e a fazer luzes nos cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIE ROCK: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Entra pelos fundos do castelo. O dragão fica com pena de bater em um nerd franzino de óculos e deixa ele passar. A princesa não aguenta ouvir ele falando de moda e cinema, e foge com o protagonista Heavy Metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW WAVE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ao chegar no castelo mata o dragão e doa toda a sua carne às familias pobres da África.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTHIC METAL: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chega no castelo e monta uma banda com a princesa e o dragão fazendo vocais líricos e guturais respectivamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4239891464898956396-3404840576467656018?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/3404840576467656018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=3404840576467656018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3404840576467656018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3404840576467656018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-vertentes-do-rock.html' title='As Vertentes do Rock'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-491225906658166313</id><published>2009-11-06T21:21:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:27:52.839-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>Será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Se meu passado me condena, meu futuro me defende!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SvSvoUCOWfI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ATMvqO9VSNE/s1600-h/joke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SvSvoUCOWfI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ATMvqO9VSNE/s320/joke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401134960231733746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-491225906658166313?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/491225906658166313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=491225906658166313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/491225906658166313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/491225906658166313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/11/sera.html' title='Será?'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SvSvoUCOWfI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ATMvqO9VSNE/s72-c/joke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-3693689097300573076</id><published>2009-10-20T21:30:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:42:54.035-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Show'/><title type='text'>Invaders must die!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;The writing's on a wall&lt;br /&gt;It won't go away&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;You just run out of automation&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;The writing's on a wall&lt;br /&gt;It won't go away&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;The writing's on a wall&lt;br /&gt;It won't go away&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;You just run out of automation&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;The writing's on a wall&lt;br /&gt;It won't go away&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;You just run out of automation&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;The writing's on a wall&lt;br /&gt;It won't go away&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now!&lt;br /&gt;It's an Omen&lt;br /&gt;Now! Now! Now! Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/St5KXFkwyHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/t9heoTpUcDg/s1600-h/prod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/St5KXFkwyHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/t9heoTpUcDg/s320/prod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394831164130248818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;October 23, Via Funchal - São Paulo - Brazil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/4239891464898956396-3693689097300573076?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/3693689097300573076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=3693689097300573076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3693689097300573076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3693689097300573076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/10/invaders-must-die.html' title='Invaders must die!'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/St5KXFkwyHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/t9heoTpUcDg/s72-c/prod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-4012455707321943647</id><published>2009-09-30T19:41:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:47:55.389-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cerveja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depressão'/><title type='text'>Depressão no fim da lata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SsPe5cfN9rI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/CbXYhErkCtY/s1600-h/feriado+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SsPe5cfN9rI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/CbXYhErkCtY/s320/feriado+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387394657746286258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No fim do mundo cão, perdido e sem razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4239891464898956396-4012455707321943647?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/4012455707321943647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=4012455707321943647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/4012455707321943647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/4012455707321943647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/09/depressao-no-fim-da-lata.html' title='Depressão no fim da lata.'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SsPe5cfN9rI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/CbXYhErkCtY/s72-c/feriado+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-6599775205658900344</id><published>2009-09-09T20:49:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:00:04.564-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Estou viva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div id="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Não quero ter a terrível limitação de quem vive apenas do que é passível de fazer sentido. Eu não: quero uma verdade inventada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SqhARjUt9iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Nesy7vZpG7I/s1600-h/reflexao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SqhARjUt9iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Nesy7vZpG7I/s320/reflexao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379620425178150434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Clarice Lispector faz me sentir viva, inspiração para toda vida. O suficiente para bons momentos de reflex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;ã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;o e compreens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;ão. É necessário, MUITO necessário!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-6599775205658900344?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/6599775205658900344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=6599775205658900344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/6599775205658900344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/6599775205658900344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/09/estou-viva.html' title='Estou viva!'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SqhARjUt9iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Nesy7vZpG7I/s72-c/reflexao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-8322688206644007007</id><published>2009-08-26T18:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:20:13.049-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>Boa noite, cinderela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SpWnAu4NhaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9DxlhvF1VlA/s1600-h/odio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SpWnAu4NhaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9DxlhvF1VlA/s200/odio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374385361362191778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"E hoje eu acordei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somente para dormir!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-8322688206644007007?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/8322688206644007007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=8322688206644007007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/8322688206644007007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/8322688206644007007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/08/boa-noite.html' title='Boa noite, cinderela'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SpWnAu4NhaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/9DxlhvF1VlA/s72-c/odio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-1200843912155658993</id><published>2009-07-31T14:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:40:58.952-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Volúpia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SnMq2SLIBeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/u0J_mo2CXWU/s1600-h/VOLUPIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SnMq2SLIBeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/u0J_mo2CXWU/s320/VOLUPIA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364678693208196578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No divino impudor da mocidade,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nesse êxtase pagão que vence a sorte,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Num frémito vibrante de ansiedade,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dou-te o meu corpo prometido à morte!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A sombra entre a mentira e a verdade...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A núvem que arrastou o vento norte...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--- Meu corpo! Trago nele um vinho forte:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meus beijos de volúpia e de maldade!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trago dálias vermenlas no regaço...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;São os dedos do sol quando te abraço,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cravados no teu peito como lanças!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E do meu corpo os leves arabescos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vão-te envolvendo em círculos dantescos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Felinamente, em voluptuosas danças...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Florbela Espanca)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-1200843912155658993?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/1200843912155658993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=1200843912155658993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/1200843912155658993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/1200843912155658993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-divino-impudor-da-mocidade-nesse.html' title='Volúpia'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SnMq2SLIBeI/AAAAAAAAAUg/u0J_mo2CXWU/s72-c/VOLUPIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-2102949943157870865</id><published>2009-07-27T21:31:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:39:06.734-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Caindo de Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Lacuna Coil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I lay, looking my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I search in these lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've not the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm crying and I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; watching the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I search an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm free, free to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm not another liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just wanna be myself... myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And now the beat inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a sort of a cold breeze and I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; never any feeling inside, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ruining me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bring my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; carry it into another world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know I live... but like a stone I'm falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I pray, looking into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can feel this rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; right now it's falling on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fly, I just want to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; life is all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some days I cry alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but I know I'm not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm here, another day is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't wanna die...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please be there when I'll arrive, don't cry... please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And now the beat inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a sort of a cold breeze and I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; never any feeling inside, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ruining me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bring my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; carry it into another world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know I live... but like a stone I'm falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And now the beat inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a sort of a cold breeze and I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; never any feeling inside, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ruining me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bring my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; carry it into another world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know I live... but like a stone I'm falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Sm5IHYHeWcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5Aj6b-6RTfU/s1600-h/Falling_Again_by_LeonaDeLioncourt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Sm5IHYHeWcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5Aj6b-6RTfU/s320/Falling_Again_by_LeonaDeLioncourt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363303497814923714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Define.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-2102949943157870865?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/2102949943157870865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=2102949943157870865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/2102949943157870865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/2102949943157870865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/07/caindo-de-novo.html' title='Caindo de Novo'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Sm5IHYHeWcI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5Aj6b-6RTfU/s72-c/Falling_Again_by_LeonaDeLioncourt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-6660962581379644884</id><published>2009-07-19T15:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:47:08.848-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Eu não sei o que fazer comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;(The White Stripes) ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just dont know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I dont know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; planning everything for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; doing everything with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and now that were through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just dont know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just dont know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I dont know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; movies only make me sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; parties make me feel as bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cause Im not with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just dont know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; like a summer rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; needs the sun and rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need your sweet love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to beat love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; well I dont know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just dont know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; planning everything for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; doing everything with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and now that were through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just dont know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; like a summer rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; needs the sun and rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I need your sweet love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to beat love away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just dont know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just dont know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just dont know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I dont know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SmNpo2CwPII/AAAAAAAAAT4/JVVNBD3fLh8/s1600-h/myself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SmNpo2CwPII/AAAAAAAAAT4/JVVNBD3fLh8/s200/myself.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360244131923770498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-6660962581379644884?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/6660962581379644884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=6660962581379644884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/6660962581379644884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/6660962581379644884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-nao-sei-o-que-fazer-comigo.html' title='Eu não sei o que fazer comigo'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SmNpo2CwPII/AAAAAAAAAT4/JVVNBD3fLh8/s72-c/myself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-5985352737784190184</id><published>2009-07-15T11:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:10:58.971-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>Lembrar pra quê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"As vezes eu não queria enxergar o que se passa. Talvez preferisse fingir que tudo é assim, uma brincadeira, uma bebedeira. Nada que eu vá lembrar no outro dia."&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/4239891464898956396-5985352737784190184?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/5985352737784190184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=5985352737784190184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/5985352737784190184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/5985352737784190184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-vezes-eu-nao-queria-enxergar-o-que.html' title='Lembrar pra quê?'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-3905927065357331598</id><published>2009-07-07T14:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:27:18.142-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Um tempo para mim...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Preciso de tempo, espaço e mais tempo. Preciso colocar tudo no lugar, arrumar o desarrumado, me concentrar, pensar. Preciso agir, limpar, arrumar... Que bagunça mental! Que confusão diária! Que falta de simplicidade... Quando acho que está tudo ok, vem algo nada a ver e muda a matéria toda. Eu preciso de tempo! É pedir muito?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SlOFQ-W3vwI/AAAAAAAAATw/JvS0JASCFhA/s320/tempo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355770908536979202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-3905927065357331598?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/3905927065357331598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=3905927065357331598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3905927065357331598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3905927065357331598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-tempo-para-mim.html' title='Um tempo para mim...?'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SlOFQ-W3vwI/AAAAAAAAATw/JvS0JASCFhA/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-483267276654353502</id><published>2009-06-17T14:29:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:11:26.492-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horóscopo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário'/><title type='text'>Inferno Astral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entrei no meu inferno astral esta semana, só pode! Tudo parece não andar pra frente, fico esquisita, angustiada, me sinto pra baixo, sem ânimo, é uó! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ainda mais eu, sendo canceriana, top signo depressivo e sentimental do horóscopo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saca só o que diz sobre meu signo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"É representado mitologicamente pelo caranguejo, um animal aquático, protegido por rígida carapaça. A ligação com as águas simboliza sua relação mais intensa com o inconsciente e as emoções. O sentimento está sempre à flor da pele neles. Este é inclusive um dos motivos pelos quais costumam fechar-se em sua carapaça, quando sentem-se ameaçados. Via de regra, adotam uma postura defensiva antes mesmo de qualquer sinal de perigo. São tão facilmente afetados por influências externas que costumam possuir um humor muito inconstante, que oscila tanto entre a ranzinzice e a solicitude, o carinho e o rancor. Quando não controlam este comportamento, tornam-se insuportáveis. Ainda mais porque tendem a dramatizar algumas situações visando manipular as pessoas que os cercam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SjktC12crkI/AAAAAAAAATo/PjMj_7VeLuE/s200/signo04-cancer.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348355559317614146" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Câncer é o signo da estabilidade e da maternidade. Profundamente ligados à família, os cancerianos, quando se apaixonam, fazem emergir seu lado protetor e maternal, talvez por eles mesmos serem carentes desse tipo de proteção. A melhor maneira de se lidar com pessoas desse signo é entender o que eles realmente querem dizer. Ás vezes não só com palavras, mas suas variações de humor também dizem muito sobre seus sentimentos. Por exemplo, se um canceriano está de mau humor, o motivo geralmente é que ele está se sentindo rejeitado, se ele se lamenta demais é porque não está se sentindo realizado. Lembre-se que eles têm necessidade de se sentirem úteis. Como a segurança é muito importante para os cancerianos, eles tendem a ser muito leais. Mas a lealdade de um canceriano está na base dos relacionamentos e, ás vezes, pequena traições que não os abalem podem acontecer. O fim de relacionamentos é muito traumática para Câncer. Ele raramente toma a iniciativa de sair de casamentos, namoros ou noivados, mas dá os sinais para o parceiro perceber e acabar com a situação."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tipoassim, além de depressivo e sentimental, sou manipuladora, rancorosa, insuportável e inconstante, rs! Poxa vida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Segundo o Horóscopo Maldito, Câncer é:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Você é um chorão desgraçado, e as pessoas que convivem com você são obrigadas a ficar agüentando você reclamar da sua vida. Você se acha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;solidário e compreensivo com os problemas dos outros, o que faz de você um baba-ovo e puxa-saco. O que você quer mesmo é ficar "bem na fita". Você só quer saber de se dar bem, custe o que custar, e acaba sempre ficando numa boa, apesar de não valer nada. É, na verdade, um canalha com cara de santo. Quando pressionado você faz chantagem emocional. Chora e faz da sua vida a pior de todas. Por isso, os outros signos do zodíaco nunca desconfiam de você. E o pior é que todos gostam de você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tô valendo mais nada mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4239891464898956396-483267276654353502?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/483267276654353502/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=483267276654353502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/483267276654353502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/483267276654353502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/06/inferno-astral.html' title='Inferno Astral'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SjktC12crkI/AAAAAAAAATo/PjMj_7VeLuE/s72-c/signo04-cancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-5639133042268103667</id><published>2009-06-08T22:25:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:47:54.331-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>Apetece-me gritar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Si2-MsJ-NMI/AAAAAAAAATY/f1W7E4kEZKQ/s1600-h/flor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Si2-MsJ-NMI/AAAAAAAAATY/f1W7E4kEZKQ/s320/flor.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345137457979339970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Sinto que bem lá no fundo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;desabado, empilhado, guardado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Menina mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;rapidamente, de repente, sente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;tudo está diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;descuidado, mal arrumado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Constante, amarrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;à frente sempre há um empecilho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;jogado."&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/4239891464898956396-5639133042268103667?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/5639133042268103667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=5639133042268103667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/5639133042268103667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/5639133042268103667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/06/apetece-me-gritar.html' title='Apetece-me gritar'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Si2-MsJ-NMI/AAAAAAAAATY/f1W7E4kEZKQ/s72-c/flor.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-5413833470568953646</id><published>2009-04-02T13:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:53:58.945-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Absoluta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SdTtcTfwIuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/809uOqsX--I/s1600-h/niverisa+122.jpg"&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/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SdTtcTfwIuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/809uOqsX--I/s320/niverisa+122.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320138130356970210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"TPM me aflige, me revira, me liberta para os meus demônios. Ingratidão me magoa e fere dentro de mim a menininha que ainda quer transformar o mundo. Casa por limpar me joga diante da televisão e de pacotes de bolacha, por prazos indeterminados, até a chegada de visitas ou baratas. Música errada no momento certo me tira do sério. Pessoa certa no momento errado também. E vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas no verso reverso dessa história, na contracapa que é contra a capa - e ainda assim busca dialética -, o que resta é uma guria assustada, temerosa de relacionamentos humanos, ratazanas e contas pra pagar. Que paga seus pecados miúda e minguadamente, parecelas que excedem a vida e cotas de bondade possíveis para mais uma cabecinha aérea em um mundo de massificação descabida. Pensamentos voam longe... e, todavia, a ilusão de estar nadando contra a corrente. Toda a vida, pseudo-elo partido de uma correnta inquebrantável. Absoluta.&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/4239891464898956396-5413833470568953646?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/5413833470568953646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=5413833470568953646&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/5413833470568953646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/5413833470568953646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/04/absoluta.html' title='Absoluta'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SdTtcTfwIuI/AAAAAAAAAQw/809uOqsX--I/s72-c/niverisa+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-3412131662715127014</id><published>2009-03-25T16:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:06:17.535-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>É preciso</title><content type='html'>Tomando distância com uma colher de desprezo.&lt;br /&gt;Tem gosto amargo, mas faz bem pra pele!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-3412131662715127014?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/3412131662715127014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=3412131662715127014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3412131662715127014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/3412131662715127014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-preciso.html' title='É preciso'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-8944774565603048743</id><published>2009-03-24T18:07:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:06:48.182-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natureza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>Estação charmosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SclMPkJyBhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0fEcYWcUcig/s1600-h/Chegada_Outono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SclMPkJyBhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0fEcYWcUcig/s320/Chegada_Outono.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316864665374033426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Recolha o biquíni, mantenha o óculos de sol e tire o casaco do guarda-roupa. Enfim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&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/4239891464898956396-8944774565603048743?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/8944774565603048743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=8944774565603048743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/8944774565603048743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/8944774565603048743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/03/estacao-charmosa.html' title='Estação charmosa'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SclMPkJyBhI/AAAAAAAAAP4/0fEcYWcUcig/s72-c/Chegada_Outono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-1972254203164894940</id><published>2009-03-16T14:33:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:38:52.510-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Confused!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Sb6OTIdMtjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qyIFpVO_m9g/s1600-h/50ll61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Sb6OTIdMtjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qyIFpVO_m9g/s200/50ll61.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313841069682374194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;It's times like these you learn to live again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E, onde se compra essa tal de paz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-1972254203164894940?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/1972254203164894940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=1972254203164894940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/1972254203164894940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/1972254203164894940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/03/confused.html' title='Confused!'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Sb6OTIdMtjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qyIFpVO_m9g/s72-c/50ll61.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-4311823634258859007</id><published>2009-03-10T16:02:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:44:18.669-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Sba7W84JRqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ToR0Pil5YuI/s1600-h/SIL_NCIO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Sba7W84JRqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ToR0Pil5YuI/s200/SIL_NCIO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311638813503211170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há pessoas que dão suas opiniões (idiotas) sem serem questionadas. Porém, minha resposta é o silêncio, no caso, o meu silêncio, é uma dádiva! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O silêncio é um dos argumentos mais difíceis de se rebater."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Billings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São Paulo, 10 de Março, às 16h - Trovões sem chuva e sol &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fervescente.&lt;/span&gt; É tudo culpa do aquecimento global, hunf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-4311823634258859007?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/4311823634258859007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=4311823634258859007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/4311823634258859007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/4311823634258859007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/03/silencio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/Sba7W84JRqI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ToR0Pil5YuI/s72-c/SIL_NCIO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-2782745433217528537</id><published>2009-03-05T15:41:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:01:31.157-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegetarianismo'/><title type='text'>Conscientização</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SbAfOKciQfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/V0GWzSRRlGc/s400/1581041571_46d3902e27_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309778288852484594" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SbAc-PUZvdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zOWKEWdtbL0/s400/doquevcacha.jpg" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309775816259386834" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SbAfrtIXgFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mIWLJ5WufsU/s400/ri.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309778796379340882" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SbAgKCaTyMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kyDd5X_fAXk/s400/comer.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309779317487814850" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SbAgJhGXt8I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mk-7SJODz3I/s400/ATYAAAAJ2SxykfODg_EyIjwxdqmOMc72Y9jwhrJqplNrtM2_aKxfGSZmeCCEHyXrnOJtOGjokhfXPvfbNgf9_aXNW0OeAJtU9VBPsT3DpFEoWiaiW98xdu_rQxrXrg.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309779308545816514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dispensa comentários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Divulgação:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://vista-se.com.br/"&gt;http://vista-se.com.br&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/4239891464898956396-2782745433217528537?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/2782745433217528537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=2782745433217528537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/2782745433217528537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/2782745433217528537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/03/conscientizacao.html' title='Conscientização'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SbAfOKciQfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/V0GWzSRRlGc/s72-c/1581041571_46d3902e27_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-4970464517688390608</id><published>2009-02-05T16:42:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:08:52.475-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Tolerância Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Eu, você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;vadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;presta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-4970464517688390608?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/4970464517688390608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=4970464517688390608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/4970464517688390608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/4970464517688390608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/02/tolerancia-zero.html' title='Tolerância Zero'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-1618786022311704445</id><published>2009-01-28T15:14:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:10:07.876-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Me'/><title type='text'>De saco cheio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SYCSkO_3y7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/jvlQHWsJsyo/s1600-h/mascara_caida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SYCSkO_3y7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/jvlQHWsJsyo/s400/mascara_caida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296394312986643378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"Doa-se espelhos e máscaras caídas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4239891464898956396-1618786022311704445?l=nanatreze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/feeds/1618786022311704445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4239891464898956396&amp;postID=1618786022311704445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/1618786022311704445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4239891464898956396/posts/default/1618786022311704445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanatreze.blogspot.com/2009/01/de-saco-cheio.html' title='De saco cheio'/><author><name>Nathália Lippi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/S4W3fxDyXiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/H5ekMf7yQYM/S220/fotos_32d04f06b320c0e8655a5ef4ff959425.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SYCSkO_3y7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/jvlQHWsJsyo/s72-c/mascara_caida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4239891464898956396.post-5540567434810205635</id><published>2009-01-05T17:09:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:38:55.181-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'>E mais um ano começa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SWJbBMj52II/AAAAAAAAAGA/vABbnEYx6Gk/s1600-h/2009.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vgmum8JOqX8/SWJbBMj52II/AAAAAAAAAGA/vABbnEYx6Gk/s320/2009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287888988596197506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Liberdade é pouco. 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