<?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-6587297750826256876</id><updated>2011-11-01T22:50:36.344-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Telégrafos da Lua</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-2184990390133263953</id><published>2011-09-12T15:23:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T15:27:59.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lojinha</title><content type='html'>Gente, meu apreço por makes me incentivou a trazer pra vocês a oportunidade de ter algumas belezinhas do mundo das makes por precinhos bem camaradas! Algumas coisinhas não são vendidas no Brasil, com exceção das minhas companheiras blogueiras que importam as makes tmb.. Well, a lojinha está começando e tenho algumas opções boas de makes/preços pra vocês! Tem muita coisa pra chegar ainda e quem quiser, tmb faço encomendas.. Para maiores detalhes, escreva um email para bruninhah.heller@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para acessar a lojinha clique &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brunaheller/"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceito pagamentos via depósito bancário e posso subir os produtos no Mercado Livre, caso a cliente opte pelo parcelamento. Simples, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deem uma olhada e espero que gostem! Aceito negociações tmb na compra de dois ou mais produtos! Manda o CEP que eu calculo o frete!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3uweXM2gRo/Tm5N81UrU1I/AAAAAAAABAs/NtX1-_C-NDE/s1600/bruna+tel%25C3%25A9grafos.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="86" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3uweXM2gRo/Tm5N81UrU1I/AAAAAAAABAs/NtX1-_C-NDE/s200/bruna+tel%25C3%25A9grafos.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-2184990390133263953?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2184990390133263953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2011/09/lojinha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2184990390133263953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2184990390133263953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2011/09/lojinha.html' title='Lojinha'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3uweXM2gRo/Tm5N81UrU1I/AAAAAAAABAs/NtX1-_C-NDE/s72-c/bruna+tel%25C3%25A9grafos.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4559482622114709093</id><published>2011-09-12T13:36:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:18:05.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Migração</title><content type='html'>Gurias do meu Brasil!&lt;br /&gt;Depois muitos acontecimentos, estou aqui reinaugurando o Telégrafos da Lua! Bem, pra quem me conhece há um tempo já sabe que esse blog foi feito beeem pra assuntos pessoais, pra postar um trechinho de música, uma frase. Mas hoje, estou redirecionando os assuntos que eu falava no It's Fabulous pra cá, reunindo o útil ao agradável! Hehe&lt;br /&gt;O It's Fabulous talvez continue por muuuito tempo, mas por enquanto ele está fechado pra balanço. A Thaís, minha companheira por lá, reeditou o blog antigo dela e ficou lindo! O endereço é &lt;a href="http://momentocompleto.blogspot.com/"&gt;ESTE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero que aqui seja um cantinho pra dividir opiniões, experiências, contas as novidades, falar sobre a vida.. Que seja especial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo pra quem me segue sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Beijo pra quem tá chegando agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OV8i9z5oswI/Tm49CleUvAI/AAAAAAAABAo/XNQ3hHaKTjk/s1600/bruna+tel%25C3%25A9grafos.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="86" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OV8i9z5oswI/Tm49CleUvAI/AAAAAAAABAo/XNQ3hHaKTjk/s200/bruna+tel%25C3%25A9grafos.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQp8WVE95yA/Tm43xVSEurI/AAAAAAAABAg/3mbDBNYQm8Q/s1600/bruna%2Btel%25C3%25A9grafos.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-4559482622114709093?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4559482622114709093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2011/09/migracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4559482622114709093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4559482622114709093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2011/09/migracao.html' title='Migração'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OV8i9z5oswI/Tm49CleUvAI/AAAAAAAABAo/XNQ3hHaKTjk/s72-c/bruna+tel%25C3%25A9grafos.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-6788492151236881613</id><published>2011-09-05T10:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:55:39.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7n7LT0eyyI/TmTUSyRvdHI/AAAAAAAAA_0/8i_WWmcqwAo/s1600/tumblr_lp5s7bZ8Vm1qftj3lo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7n7LT0eyyI/TmTUSyRvdHI/AAAAAAAAA_0/8i_WWmcqwAo/s400/tumblr_lp5s7bZ8Vm1qftj3lo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648873251828364402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People moving all the time&lt;br /&gt; Inside a perfectly straight line&lt;br /&gt; Don't you wanna just curve away&lt;br /&gt; When it's such, it's such a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  It's such a perfect day..&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/6587297750826256876-6788492151236881613?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6788492151236881613/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2011/09/strawberry-swing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6788492151236881613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6788492151236881613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2011/09/strawberry-swing.html' title='Strawberry Swing'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J7n7LT0eyyI/TmTUSyRvdHI/AAAAAAAAA_0/8i_WWmcqwAo/s72-c/tumblr_lp5s7bZ8Vm1qftj3lo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4008792613110685722</id><published>2011-02-07T05:16:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:39:39.020-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspire-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TU-cm0j0lsI/AAAAAAAAAys/0gYC90lGvLY/s1600/fds1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TU-cm0j0lsI/AAAAAAAAAys/0gYC90lGvLY/s400/fds1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570843454838445762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ótima segunda-feira a todos!&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/6587297750826256876-4008792613110685722?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4008792613110685722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2011/02/inspire-se.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4008792613110685722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4008792613110685722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2011/02/inspire-se.html' title='Inspire-se!'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TU-cm0j0lsI/AAAAAAAAAys/0gYC90lGvLY/s72-c/fds1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-465955325476627255</id><published>2011-02-05T00:56:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T01:26:58.293-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher Maravilha inspira MAC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TUzDaXesxvI/AAAAAAAAAyk/cU_TZF8KyCQ/s1600/0%252C%252C45198527%252C00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TUzDaXesxvI/AAAAAAAAAyk/cU_TZF8KyCQ/s400/0%252C%252C45198527%252C00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570041696897255154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TUy-qRdEdqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/RoKVJpsWmdY/s1600/MD%2B-%2BMAC%2BMulher%2BMaravilha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TUy-qRdEdqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/RoKVJpsWmdY/s400/MD%2B-%2BMAC%2BMulher%2BMaravilha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570036472599574178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só a MAC mesmo pra esbanjar na criatividade, né? Amei! I want!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-465955325476627255?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/465955325476627255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2011/02/mulher-maravilha-inspira-mac.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/465955325476627255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/465955325476627255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2011/02/mulher-maravilha-inspira-mac.html' title='Mulher Maravilha inspira MAC'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TUzDaXesxvI/AAAAAAAAAyk/cU_TZF8KyCQ/s72-c/0%252C%252C45198527%252C00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-2720106889801415006</id><published>2010-12-16T15:16:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T15:32:41.785-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist de Natal</title><content type='html'>Well.. Copiando a ideia da minha blogueira preferida, Cami (do  Desapegos da Cami - http://desapegosdacami.blogspot.com/), resolvi fazer  uma wishlist de Natal! Claro que não vou conseguir comprar quase nada,  mas o que vale é a intenção... e sonhar é preciso!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então vamos lá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombra Neon da Contém 1g - necessário!! To adorando essa moda neon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TQpLGQg56_I/AAAAAAAAAvs/-2SsgGOJB_o/s1600/foto.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TQpLGQg56_I/AAAAAAAAAvs/-2SsgGOJB_o/s400/foto.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551332061571836914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonico da Panvel - optei por esse pq vem muito e é barato.. E tmb pq os produtos Panvel são de boa qualidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TQpLq_OylaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/LkK_VPV-RAw/s1600/549860-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TQpLq_OylaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/LkK_VPV-RAw/s400/549860-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551332692587615650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base Maybelline - pq só ouço falarem bem dela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TQpMOFgLp5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Q_Ecg3eR3vw/s1600/dream-matte-mousse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TQpMOFgLp5I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Q_Ecg3eR3vw/s400/dream-matte-mousse1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551333295566595986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigmento Nyx... Acho lindas as cores!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TQpM5rt7LqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/s-WXvVXFMgE/s1600/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TQpM5rt7LqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/s-WXvVXFMgE/s400/img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551334044559158946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, por hora acho que é isso! :)&lt;br /&gt;E a tua wishlist? Já fez?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-2720106889801415006?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2720106889801415006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishlist-de-natal.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2720106889801415006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2720106889801415006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/12/wishlist-de-natal.html' title='Wishlist de Natal'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TQpLGQg56_I/AAAAAAAAAvs/-2SsgGOJB_o/s72-c/foto.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-58550845052914275</id><published>2010-12-03T13:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T14:01:50.981-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra quem gosta deles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TPkUBGG4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAvk/BNXCfRu9HIU/s1600/tumblr_lbftzp1ozx1qedih1o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TPkUBGG4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAvk/BNXCfRu9HIU/s400/tumblr_lbftzp1ozx1qedih1o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546486425135375746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É uma mão cheia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quando vi essas unhas a la Beatles achei sensacional! Percebe-se que foi empregado grande estiva pro trabalho, mas ficou sensacional, não? Achei lindíssimo o trabalho! Parabéns a quem fez... Eu encontrei essa imagem no Google, portanto não terei como creditar. Mas fica a dica pra uma pintura pra lá de excêntrica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeeeeeijos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-58550845052914275?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/58550845052914275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/12/pra-quem-gosta-deles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/58550845052914275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/58550845052914275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/12/pra-quem-gosta-deles.html' title='Pra quem gosta deles...'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TPkUBGG4ZYI/AAAAAAAAAvk/BNXCfRu9HIU/s72-c/tumblr_lbftzp1ozx1qedih1o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8437818993618745114</id><published>2010-11-17T01:59:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T02:04:49.188-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspire-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONT6NBODPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/clhN8mt_gXg/s1600/015253336-ex00.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONTfi8TAKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Z5g2FDiLEXg/s1600/480x400_famous-john-paul-ringo-george-t-shirt-to-be-re-issued.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONTfNJ9dYI/AAAAAAAAAuM/_uH50aam0iw/s1600/rock%2Band%2Broll%2Bshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONTfNJ9dYI/AAAAAAAAAuM/_uH50aam0iw/s400/rock%2Band%2Broll%2Bshoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540363762168329602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONTe2uGSeI/AAAAAAAAAt8/FRxCgA4c3WQ/s1600/material-girl7497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONTe2uGSeI/AAAAAAAAAt8/FRxCgA4c3WQ/s400/material-girl7497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540363756145887714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONT6NBODPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/clhN8mt_gXg/s1600/015253336-ex00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONT6NBODPI/AAAAAAAAAuc/clhN8mt_gXg/s400/015253336-ex00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540364225988136178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONTeienS2I/AAAAAAAAAt0/bp8gCCPC2ns/s1600/rock%2Band%2Broll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONTeienS2I/AAAAAAAAAt0/bp8gCCPC2ns/s400/rock%2Band%2Broll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540363750712232802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONTfi8TAKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Z5g2FDiLEXg/s1600/480x400_famous-john-paul-ringo-george-t-shirt-to-be-re-issued.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONTfi8TAKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Z5g2FDiLEXg/s400/480x400_famous-john-paul-ringo-george-t-shirt-to-be-re-issued.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540363768016601250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AME O ROCK!&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/6587297750826256876-8437818993618745114?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8437818993618745114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/11/inspire-se.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8437818993618745114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8437818993618745114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/11/inspire-se.html' title='Inspire-se'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONTfNJ9dYI/AAAAAAAAAuM/_uH50aam0iw/s72-c/rock%2Band%2Broll%2Bshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8095944303165057288</id><published>2010-11-17T01:17:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T01:32:36.864-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONLRXL7SSI/AAAAAAAAAts/XYSUd9Ti9rY/s1600/andy-warhol-campbell-soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONLRXL7SSI/AAAAAAAAAts/XYSUd9Ti9rY/s400/andy-warhol-campbell-soup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540354728249739554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONLLJyVYNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/HhGXtmV_U1o/s1600/and.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONLLJyVYNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/HhGXtmV_U1o/s400/and.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540354621573521618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONK2dAUWlI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TUuxWgk0tlQ/s1600/pop_art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONK2dAUWlI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TUuxWgk0tlQ/s400/pop_art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540354265955195474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONK2D2vpbI/AAAAAAAAAtU/sihTyHERm2c/s1600/10warhol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONK2D2vpbI/AAAAAAAAAtU/sihTyHERm2c/s400/10warhol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540354259204154802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONK12pfPsI/AAAAAAAAAtM/U18XZBOzxtg/s1600/_Audrey_Hepburn_Pop-Art_Panting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONK12pfPsI/AAAAAAAAAtM/U18XZBOzxtg/s400/_Audrey_Hepburn_Pop-Art_Panting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540354255658892994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONJ-we_sLI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZB-jlqUEx_E/s1600/pop_art_kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONJ-we_sLI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ZB-jlqUEx_E/s400/pop_art_kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540353309111464114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(241, 194, 50);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(106, 168, 79);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";color:white;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(142, 124, 195);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;é o movimento que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt; usava figuras e ícones populares como tema de suas pinturas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;Com  o objetivo da crítica irônica ao 'bombardeamento' da sociedade  capitalista pelos objetos de consumo da época, ela operava com figuras  estéticas de cores inusitadas massificados pela publicidade e pelo  consumo, usando como materiais principais: o gesso, tinta acrílica,  poliéster, látex, produtos com cores intensas, fluorescentes, brilhantes  e vibrantes, reproduzindo objetos do cotidiano em tamanho  consideravelmente grande, como de uma escala de cinquenta para um,  transformando o real em hiper-real, e tudo isso chamava muito a atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;fonte: Wikipédia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; ilustrações de Andy Warhol, o rei da Pop Art (na minha humilde opinião).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"No futuro, toda a gente será célebre durante quinze minutos"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-8095944303165057288?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8095944303165057288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/11/pop-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8095944303165057288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8095944303165057288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/11/pop-art.html' title='Pop Art'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONLRXL7SSI/AAAAAAAAAts/XYSUd9Ti9rY/s72-c/andy-warhol-campbell-soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-5049429188916612828</id><published>2010-09-24T15:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:15:11.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TJzqiLzoC1I/AAAAAAAAAso/ARBek0eJElU/s1600/2010-02-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TJzqiLzoC1I/AAAAAAAAAso/ARBek0eJElU/s400/2010-02-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520545116255161170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Pablo Mayer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-5049429188916612828?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5049429188916612828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/09/by-pablo-mayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/5049429188916612828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/5049429188916612828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/09/by-pablo-mayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TJzqiLzoC1I/AAAAAAAAAso/ARBek0eJElU/s72-c/2010-02-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-6487262321752626786</id><published>2010-09-24T14:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:39:36.857-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pois é</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vê se arruma uma saída pra tua tristeza!&lt;br /&gt; Um carinho, um abraço, um aperto de mão...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fim de semana, boate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finge que se diverte&lt;br /&gt; Todo mundo à parte&lt;br /&gt; Se eu existo ou não.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pois é!&lt;br /&gt; Olha onde eu fui me meter..&lt;br /&gt; Eu encontro você (a)onde quer que eu vá!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Automaticamente eu me lembro de tudo...&lt;br /&gt; como se fosse um filme sem final feliz..&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/6587297750826256876-6487262321752626786?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6487262321752626786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/09/pois-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6487262321752626786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6487262321752626786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/09/pois-e.html' title='Pois é'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4367833933457884904</id><published>2010-09-21T11:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T11:57:46.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CB</title><content type='html'>Computadores dão pau, pessoas morrem e relacionamentos acabam. O melhor a fazer é respirar e reinicializar. E quando isso não funciona, um zip drive pode ser bastante reconfortante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-4367833933457884904?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4367833933457884904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/09/cb.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4367833933457884904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4367833933457884904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/09/cb.html' title='CB'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-7033433255008727031</id><published>2010-08-31T01:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T01:46:43.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem</title><content type='html'>Eu não consigo dizer o que eu sinto. Mas sinto saudades do que já foi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-7033433255008727031?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7033433255008727031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/08/coragem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7033433255008727031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7033433255008727031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/08/coragem.html' title='Coragem'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8215446160035320313</id><published>2010-06-05T15:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T15:58:01.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink sides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TAqdJteS0jI/AAAAAAAAAro/7hLBqNEtYuE/s1600/rsique_penelope-charmosa4cort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TAqdJteS0jI/AAAAAAAAAro/7hLBqNEtYuE/s400/rsique_penelope-charmosa4cort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479364686800671282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem seu lado "Penélope Charmosa" de ser! Quem não gosta de um batom ou de uma roupa cor de rosa? Ou então fazer uma reuniãozinha entre amigas pra falar sobre as coisas íntimas que só dividimos entre mulheres... Cozinhar pro namorado, limpar a casa, ser uma Marinete, mas sem sair do salto! Mantêr sempre a pose e a maquiagem, o esmalte sem lasca na unha e o cabelo ajeitado... Usar as roupas da moda, uma bota salto 5 (no mínimo), acessórios! Ser uma Pincess de muito sucesso! Seja lá qual for o problema, jamais desça do salto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-8215446160035320313?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8215446160035320313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/06/todo-mundo-tem-seu-lado-penelope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8215446160035320313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8215446160035320313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/06/todo-mundo-tem-seu-lado-penelope.html' title='Pink sides'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TAqdJteS0jI/AAAAAAAAAro/7hLBqNEtYuE/s72-c/rsique_penelope-charmosa4cort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-3482352535338703947</id><published>2010-06-05T15:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T15:52:49.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dica do sábado</title><content type='html'>Fuxicando blogs amigos, acabei caindo numa super dica! Adoro Havaianas e aquelas modelo Slim são mais lindas ainda. Claro que quando vi esse modelinho quase surtei, pq achei lindo demais e super fofo, tudo a ver com o dia dos namorados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TAqctqmxmtI/AAAAAAAAArg/04sta5Cgu7M/s1600/havaianas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TAqctqmxmtI/AAAAAAAAArg/04sta5Cgu7M/s400/havaianas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479364204994599634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O par de Havaianas mais romântico que já vi por aí... hahah&lt;br /&gt;Claro que não pude deixar de vir aqui publicar e dividir isso com quem quer que leia esse blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e lindo sábado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-3482352535338703947?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3482352535338703947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/06/dica-do-sabado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3482352535338703947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3482352535338703947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/06/dica-do-sabado.html' title='Dica do sábado'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TAqctqmxmtI/AAAAAAAAArg/04sta5Cgu7M/s72-c/havaianas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-7969328163219724811</id><published>2010-06-05T02:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T02:06:04.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorteio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TAnbLcLwZcI/AAAAAAAAArY/8y_Ic6lPqic/s1600/banner_post+c%C3%B3pia.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TAnbLcLwZcI/AAAAAAAAArY/8y_Ic6lPqic/s400/banner_post+c%C3%B3pia.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479151411263464898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninas! O blog http://mocinhaklee.blogspot.com/está com um sorteio muito legal! Participar é super fácil, só seguir as instruções lá ditadas... Torço pra quem quiser participar, desde que eu ganhe... hahahah Mas falando sério, vale MUITO a pena conferir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-7969328163219724811?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7969328163219724811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorteio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7969328163219724811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7969328163219724811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/06/sorteio.html' title='Sorteio'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TAnbLcLwZcI/AAAAAAAAArY/8y_Ic6lPqic/s72-c/banner_post+c%C3%B3pia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-1260509620161120544</id><published>2010-05-20T00:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:16:21.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Razorblade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sweetheart, your feelings are more important of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of  course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone that wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that we  would take from them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell  me, tell me, tell me, tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-1260509620161120544?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1260509620161120544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/razorblade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1260509620161120544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1260509620161120544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/razorblade.html' title='Razorblade'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4165017758421078823</id><published>2010-05-19T12:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:24:51.293-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entendendo o capitalismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Ideal&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Vende uma e  compra um touro. Eles se multiplicam, e a economia cresce. Você vende o  rebanho e aposenta-se, rico! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Americano&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Vende uma e  força a outra a produzir leite de quatro vacas. Fica surpreso quando ela  morre. Então você invade um país árabe  dizendo que eles ameaçam a democracia mundial porque têm armas de  destruição em massa, e rouba as vacas deles. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Francês&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Entra em greve  porque quer três. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Canadense&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Usa o modelo  do capitalismo americano. As vacas morrem. Você acusa o protecionismo  brasileiro e adota medidas protecionistas para ter as três vacas do  capitalismo francês. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Japonês&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Redesenha-as  para que tenham um décimo do tamanho de uma vaca normal e produz 20  vezes mais leite. Depois cria desenhinhos de vacas chamados Vaquimon e  os vende para o mundo inteiro. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Italiano&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Uma você  mata, quando tenta forçar ela e fabricar queijo diretamente da teta e  com a outra você resolve experimentar salame de vaca. Vende o salame de  vaca para todo o mundo e fica rico.   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Britânico&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. As duas são  loucas. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Holandês&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Elas vivem  juntas, não gostam de touros e tudo bem. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Alemão&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Elas produzem  leite regularmente, segundo padrões de quantidade e horário previamente  estabelecido, de forma precisa e lucrativa. Mas o que você queria mesmo  era criar porcos. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Russo&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Conta-as e vê  que tem cinco. Conta de novo e vê que tem 42. Conta de novo  e vê que tem 12 vacas. Você para de contar e abre outra garrafa de  vodca.(Essa campanha é patrocinada pela Reversal Russa. "Na União Soviética, 2 vacas tem você!") &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Suíço&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem 500 vacas, mas nenhuma é  sua. Você cobra para guardar a vaca dos outros. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Espanhol&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem muito orgulho de ter duas  vacas. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Polonês&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Seu time  perde, você bebe, briga com as duas e as mata. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Português&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. E reclama  porque seu rebanho não cresce... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Chinês&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas e 300 pessoas  tirando leite delas. Você se gaba de ter pleno emprego e alta  produtividade. E prende o ativista que divulgou os números. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Hindu&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Ai de quem tocar  nelas. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Mexicano&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas, sobe em uma e  vai para os EUA. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Etíope&lt;/span&gt;: Você não tem duas vacas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Sul-Coreano&lt;/span&gt;: Você tinha duas vacas, com a  divisão das Coreias, você passou a ter apenas uma. Então os Americanos  doam 3 mil vacas para você fazer inveja no seu vizinho do norte. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Porto-Riquenho&lt;/span&gt;: Você não tem duas vacas, mas  é cidadão estadunidense. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Palestino&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Os judeus as  tomam e te dão uma codorna pra você criar na faixa de gaza. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Judeu&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Vende uma,  recebe o dinheiro e não a entrega. Quando o comprador vai reclamar, você  o chama de anti-semitista, nazista e continua com a vaca. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Iraquiano&lt;/span&gt;: Você tinha duas vacas. Com a  invasão dos EUA você perde uma. Então troca sua única vaca por um carro  bomba e mata aqueles filhos da puta. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Gaúcho&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. As vende e  compra carne de vaca argentina. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Argentino&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Você se  esforça para ensinar as vacas mugirem em inglês. As vacas morrem. Você  vende uma delas para os gaúchos, e a outra você faz um churrasco de  final de ano pros diretores do FMI. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Capitalismo Brasileiro&lt;/span&gt;: Você tem duas vacas. Uma delas é  roubada. O governo cria a CCPV- Contribuição Compulsória pela Posse de  Vaca. Um fiscal vem e te autua, porque embora você tenha recolhido  corretamente a CCPV, o valor era pelo número de vacas presumidas e não  pelo de vacas reais. A Receita Federal, por meio de dados também  presumidos do seu consumo de leite, queijo, sapatos de couro e botões,  presumia que você tivesse 200 vacas e você vende a vaca restante para  pagar as multas e os acréscimos legais e ainda adere ao programa do  governo chamado REFIS para parcelar o restante da dívida com atualização  da TR mais juros por 120 meses. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-4165017758421078823?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4165017758421078823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/entendendo-o-capitalismo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4165017758421078823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4165017758421078823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/entendendo-o-capitalismo.html' title='Entendendo o capitalismo'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-7287348451496314542</id><published>2010-05-18T21:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:06:08.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Promo blog Abalando na Moda</title><content type='html'>O que eu posso fazer se sou VICIADA em esmaltes?? Azul, preto, vermelho, verde... Qualquer cor me satisfaz, o importante é ter unha linda com um esmalte maravilhoso. Por isso, sigo vários blogs e de vez em quando apareço uma super promoção e faço questão de promover aqui no blog, afinal nada como uma diquinha, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O blog é o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Abalando na Moda&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/bWMVM6" class="tweet-url  web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://bit.ly/bWMVM6&lt;/a&gt;). O blog tem muitas dicas e é super entendido no quesito "moda". Vale a pena conferir e, claro, participar da promoção. E só não participa quem não quer, pois tá uma BARBADA! O brinde: um kit da nova coleção de esmaltes da Risque "Penélope". LINDOS de morrer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa sorte a todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-7287348451496314542?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7287348451496314542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/promo-blog-abalando-na-moda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7287348451496314542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7287348451496314542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/promo-blog-abalando-na-moda.html' title='Promo blog Abalando na Moda'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8259214795470933158</id><published>2010-05-18T13:16:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:25:44.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shows</title><content type='html'>Ok. Nunca fui baladeira, festeira, baileira. Sempre gostei de coisas alternativas a isso e me encontrei indo a shows. Nossa, se existe algo que faça um bem maior pra mim tá aí: os shows! Parece que purifica, que limpa o mal dentro de mim. Me faz viajar nas letras cantadas e pular até eu não aguentar mais! Fiz muitos amigos em shows, amigos que ficarão pra vida toda, pessoas realmente queridas que me orgulho de ter por perto! Sabendo de uma data, corro pra contar a todos. Fotos e fotos, histórias e mais histórias... Fatos! Risos... Tendo show, tenho felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S_K_KlKyhWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XLNZ9GBfVgc/s1600/DSC03222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S_K_KlKyhWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XLNZ9GBfVgc/s400/DSC03222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472646685705536866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-8259214795470933158?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8259214795470933158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/shows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8259214795470933158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8259214795470933158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/shows.html' title='Shows'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S_K_KlKyhWI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XLNZ9GBfVgc/s72-c/DSC03222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4607048085446988833</id><published>2010-05-18T13:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:14:35.112-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Terça</title><content type='html'>To cansada dessa vida normalzinha! Quero inovar, usar uma bota verde limão, cabelo laranja, batom azul... Quero poder entrar numa loja e comprar tudo o que eu quiser, comer todos os Croasonhos que existem no mundo, ler todos os livros, visitar todos os sites, ter todos All Star. Por que é tão difícil ter tudo? Conquistar o mundo deveria ser mais acessível a todos. Seria tão mais legal se todos pudessem compartilhar os mesmos conhecimentos. Mais legal ainda seria ver alguém pelado na rua e achar normal. Fotografar tudo e onde quiser. Fazer o evitável! Sonhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-4607048085446988833?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4607048085446988833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/terca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4607048085446988833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4607048085446988833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/terca.html' title='Terça'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-1555435205799269582</id><published>2010-05-17T11:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:28:45.095-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom dia!</title><content type='html'>Por incrível que pareça, adoro começo de semana. Aaaah, aquele gostinho de coisas a fazer, né!? E essa semana é uma semana especial pra mim, por dois motivos especiais. Ops, três!!! Um deles é que vou começar a fazer pré-vestibular novamente e pretendo este ano levar a sério, pra alcançar meus objetivos (que não são poucos) no final do ano. Acho que nada paga a sensação de ter o nome na lista de aprovados da universidade. Eu não tive isso, mas só de pensar encho os olhinhos de lágrima... Chuif! Outro motivo é que no final da semana vou ver meu namorado amado. É muito difícil namoro à distância. Suportar a saudade é uma coisa tenebrosa, claro que relevante em meio a tanto amor, mas não é fácil nem um pouco! Mas as coisas se ajeitam e logo logo, quem sabe, essa distância não exista. ;) E o outro motivo é que, finalmente, vou ver minha amiga querida, Thaís, mais vezes na semana, por causa do cursinho. Bom, né? ÓTIMO! To adorando essa semana que começa e cheia de expectativa, como todos podem ver.. hahah E zás! Uma nova fase começará, assim como as estações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei do último episódio da 4ª temporada de SATC. Que saudade!&lt;br /&gt;E uma diquinha pra entrar a semana com pé direito são esses esmaltes novos da Risque. O "Jóias Místicas". Meudeus, me socorre, pq quando comprei o roxo e vi que era fosco quase surtei!!! Eles são lindos e a unha fica perfeita! Quero um de cada AGORA! Quem me presenteia, hein!? ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S_FSSuqZ4qI/AAAAAAAAArI/L-Ei61ewyco/s1600/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S_FSSuqZ4qI/AAAAAAAAArI/L-Ei61ewyco/s400/09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472245503948874402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-1555435205799269582?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1555435205799269582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/bom-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1555435205799269582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1555435205799269582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/bom-dia.html' title='Bom dia!'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S_FSSuqZ4qI/AAAAAAAAArI/L-Ei61ewyco/s72-c/09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-6563088163227848650</id><published>2010-05-14T20:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:04:44.229-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S-3WquuFRXI/AAAAAAAAAqw/fP7zMWfOCyM/s1600/Pencils_Four_by_RainbowOtty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S-3WquuFRXI/AAAAAAAAAqw/fP7zMWfOCyM/s400/Pencils_Four_by_RainbowOtty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471265151909184882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fronteiras invisíveis são as mais dificeis de atravessar. E considere a falta de foco proposital...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-6563088163227848650?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6563088163227848650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6563088163227848650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6563088163227848650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/ever.html' title='Ever'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S-3WquuFRXI/AAAAAAAAAqw/fP7zMWfOCyM/s72-c/Pencils_Four_by_RainbowOtty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-2183480213431215933</id><published>2010-05-14T19:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:01:46.419-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Mraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9ab15f6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-2183480213431215933?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2183480213431215933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/jason-mraz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2183480213431215933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2183480213431215933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/jason-mraz.html' title='Jason Mraz'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-7441827431593868136</id><published>2010-05-13T21:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:07:32.628-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CCM!</title><content type='html'>Atenção, galera! O blog "Consuma com Moderação" está promovendo uma promoção quentíssima! É só clicar em &lt;a href="http://consumacm.blogspot.com/2010/05/promocao-necessaire-cheia-no-ccm.html"&gt;http://consumacm.blogspot.com/2010/05/promocao-necessaire-cheia-no-ccm.html&lt;/a&gt; e ler as regras pra participação nesta promoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale muito a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-7441827431593868136?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7441827431593868136/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/ccm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7441827431593868136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7441827431593868136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/05/ccm.html' title='CCM!'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-5226300174768763142</id><published>2010-04-29T10:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:35:44.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Luiz Fernando Veríssimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S9mLJkpJFsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_YN0Uw8dPHc/s1600/quase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S9mLJkpJFsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_YN0Uw8dPHc/s400/quase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465552619362129602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o quase que me incomoda, que me entristece, que me mata trazendo tudo que poderia ter sido e não  foi. Quem quase ganhou ainda joga, quem quase passou ainda estuda, quem  quase morreu está vivo, quem quase amou não amou. Basta pensar nas  oportunidades que escaparam pelos dedos, nas chances que se perdem por  medo, nas idéias que nunca sairão do papel por essa maldita mania de  viver no outono!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-5226300174768763142?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5226300174768763142/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/luiz-fernando-verissimo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/5226300174768763142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/5226300174768763142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/luiz-fernando-verissimo.html' title='Luiz Fernando Veríssimo'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S9mLJkpJFsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_YN0Uw8dPHc/s72-c/quase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4544432048406649785</id><published>2010-04-29T10:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:31:39.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie's facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S9mKL-EgFYI/AAAAAAAAAqY/G_jxO_AQ-hI/s1600/1271841399815_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S9mKL-EgFYI/AAAAAAAAAqY/G_jxO_AQ-hI/s400/1271841399815_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465551561035879810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Já era oficial: uma nova estação começara. Talvez os nossos erros  escrevam nossos destinos. Se não, o que mais formaria nossas vidas?  Talvez, se nunca mudássemos de direção jamais nos apaixonaríamos ou  teríamos bebês, ou seríamos quem somos. Afinal de contas, as estações  mudam. As cidades também. As pessoas entram e saem de sua vida. Mas é  bom saber que quem se ama está sempre no seu coração. E, se você tiver  muita sorte, a um vôo de distância."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-4544432048406649785?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4544432048406649785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/carries-facts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4544432048406649785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4544432048406649785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/carries-facts.html' title='Carrie&apos;s facts'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S9mKL-EgFYI/AAAAAAAAAqY/G_jxO_AQ-hI/s72-c/1271841399815_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-6112477982515267046</id><published>2010-04-20T17:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:35:58.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é o amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hoje rolou uma pergunta "polêmica" (pra quem perguntou) logo no café da manhã. "O que é o amor?", vindo da minha própria mãe... Fiquei surpresa pelo questionamento dela, mas principalmente pela conversa sobre relacionamentos, na qual a gente nunca havia conversado tão abertamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;A vida dá sempre um jeito de nos surpreender no quesito "amor". Seja com um telefonema inesperado de madrugada, seja com uma mensagem subliminar na legenda de um seriado, seja com o cheiro de um perfume da pessoa amada sentido na rua, seja com uma pergunta no café da manhã. O mais legal dessas surpresas é que a gente não espera e quando vê já tomaram conta do nosso coração, da nossa vida (one more time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sempre fui uma pessoa muito dependente de pessoas/coisas, insegura, indecisa. Aquele papo de "caso ou compro uma bicicleta?" é super-válido quando o assunto sou eu... Nunca sei se a minha roupa está de acordo, se meu cabelo está volumoso, se as unhas não estão muito chamantes ou se eu estou sendo inconveniente com Strokes a tarde toda, no volume máximo. Mas existem coisas mais importantes (do que a roupa que eu visto, por exemplo) nas quais eu sempre tive certeza absoluta do que seria. O MEU amor é uma delas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Quando a pergunta veio à tona hoje, eu não me questionei muito. Simplesmente respondi: "o dia em que tu encontrar alguém que te mande um sms de madrugada dizendo que te ama; que faça nuggets de bolinha sabor queijo nojento sem reclamar; que saiba dizer 'ela gosta disso, ela não gosta disso'; que te conheça melhor do que tu mesma; que saiba partilhar de momentos únicos - nem que seja via Skype - e inesquecíveis; que te dê de presente não só flores e bombons, mas também chaves de fenda caso precise abrir o pc pra tirar a poeira; que compre uma cafeteira só porque um dia tu acabou comentando que gosta de café; que te leve aos passeios favoritos; que te faça massagem de vez em quando mesmo que isso seja a pior coisa pra ele; etc, etc e etc... daí tu vai saber o que é o amor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I wait for you I promise you, I will..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-6112477982515267046?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6112477982515267046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-que-e-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6112477982515267046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6112477982515267046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-que-e-o-amor.html' title='O que é o amor?'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-6842487092403694866</id><published>2010-04-17T14:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:04:27.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Strokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 353="" height="132"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7247165" type="application/x-s&lt;embed src=" file="7247165" type="application/x-s"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-6842487092403694866?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6842487092403694866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/strokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6842487092403694866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6842487092403694866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/04/strokes.html' title='Strokes'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-569999403646932300</id><published>2010-03-30T02:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T02:39:40.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendas do interior</title><content type='html'>Eu fico sonhando acordado&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro bem das tuas cores&lt;br /&gt;Agora só resta você pintar de novo o que ficou branco em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem sair do lugar... Sem sair do lugar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-569999403646932300?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/569999403646932300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/rendas-do-interior.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/569999403646932300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/569999403646932300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/rendas-do-interior.html' title='Rendas do interior'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-3841537115938822408</id><published>2010-03-30T02:04:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T02:12:14.478-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre viver a vida</title><content type='html'>Acho que as pessoas só conseguem ser realmente felizes quando descobrem o que é viver a vida. E isso depende de cada pessoa. Viver pode estar num passeio de barco ou num telefonema prum amigo distante. Pode ser fazer uma festa e pode ser ficar em casa, deitado, vendo um filme. Viver pode ser ficar feliz com a felicidade dos outros. Pode ser saborear um chocolate meio amargo ou um doce de melancia. Escrever uma carta sincera, comprar um presente, ver o sorriso de alguém. Beijar, dar um abraço. Reencontrar amigos, viajar... Um show, uma balada, um cinema, um teatro. Ou também andar de bicicleta, jogar canastra. Saber o que é certo, fazer o que é errado. Pode ser tudo isso, o que não pode ser é nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é estar vivo!&lt;br /&gt;Sentir emoção, calor, frio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva... Sempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-3841537115938822408?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3841537115938822408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/sobre-viver-vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3841537115938822408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3841537115938822408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/sobre-viver-vida.html' title='Sobre viver a vida'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-2031613330776873624</id><published>2010-03-23T19:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:57:50.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brabos Comics</title><content type='html'>Ok. Esse blog tá virando exclusivamente de propagandas quase (hahaha), mas não posso deixar de comentar sobre um site de um amigo que tem muito talento, né? Talento é pra se mostrar!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Então, trata-se do Pablo Mayer. Ele é ilustrador, quadrinista e publica uma tirinha diferente a cada dia num jornal lá de Joinville, além de namorar uma das mais lindas mulheres de Joinville. O trabalho dele é super moderno e ele faz um humor inteligente muito diferente do que existe por aí! Pra quem quiser conferir, o site dele é o &lt;a href="http://braboscomics.com/"&gt;http://braboscomics.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6lDz66j0hI/AAAAAAAAAoo/b7RC8YZM8A0/s1600-h/2010-02-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6lDz66j0hI/AAAAAAAAAoo/b7RC8YZM8A0/s400/2010-02-26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451963383175959058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale (e muito!) a pena conferir! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-2031613330776873624?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2031613330776873624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/brabos-cosmics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2031613330776873624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2031613330776873624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/brabos-cosmics.html' title='Brabos Comics'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6lDz66j0hI/AAAAAAAAAoo/b7RC8YZM8A0/s72-c/2010-02-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-1453341524520978007</id><published>2010-03-23T03:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T03:26:40.844-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Look</title><content type='html'>Hoje descobri um site muito legal pra quem curte moda. Este, permite criar inúmeros looks diferentes! Vontade de passar o dia todo fazendo moda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu look ficou assim, super casual:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6hewgAMPSI/AAAAAAAAAog/ScbOjGcqgow/s1600-h/Lookok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6hewgAMPSI/AAAAAAAAAog/ScbOjGcqgow/s400/Lookok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451711536249453858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Look inverninho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O site: http://looklet.com/&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/6587297750826256876-1453341524520978007?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1453341524520978007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/look.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1453341524520978007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1453341524520978007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/look.html' title='Look'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6hewgAMPSI/AAAAAAAAAog/ScbOjGcqgow/s72-c/Lookok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-2315381571844297650</id><published>2010-03-19T23:21:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:25:04.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6Qxc5Zab3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/CstBWgVUmug/s1600-h/lolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6Qxc5Zab3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/CstBWgVUmug/s400/lolo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450535821538652018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém mais lembra do antigo Lollo, o que hoje corresponde ao Milkbar???&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAA, que saudade! Sempre comprava por causa da vaquinha...&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças de uma infância feliz! =) Quem tiver alguma, compartilhe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-2315381571844297650?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2315381571844297650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2315381571844297650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2315381571844297650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6Qxc5Zab3I/AAAAAAAAAmc/CstBWgVUmug/s72-c/lolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-1720082226801784155</id><published>2010-03-18T15:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:12:04.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A lente azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6JrReQWb2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/5GDHqdMYG1o/s1600-h/abismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6JrReQWb2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/5GDHqdMYG1o/s400/abismo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450036446995312482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que nos dá coragem não é o mar nem o abismo. É a margem, o limite e sua negação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coragem: se dizem que é impossível, eu digo "é necessário". Se dizem que é loucura, eu provo o contrário... E digo que é preciso... Eu preciso, é necessário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir viagem. Já diria Humberto Gessinger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-1720082226801784155?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1720082226801784155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/lente-azul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1720082226801784155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1720082226801784155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/lente-azul.html' title='A lente azul'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S6JrReQWb2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/5GDHqdMYG1o/s72-c/abismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-235962110533482029</id><published>2010-03-04T11:44:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T12:17:57.589-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_PAAuyQbI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xQJ_XXpFapE/s1600-h/antique_old_vintage_television_t-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_PAAuyQbI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xQJ_XXpFapE/s400/antique_old_vintage_television_t-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444798073617400242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde sempre, adorava essas imagens, meio anos 20, 40, 60... Porém, nunca sabia do que se tratava. Esses dias, procurando backgrounds pro meu Twitter, acabei caindo num site que explicava sobre. Chamam-se "Vintage". Eles são lindos! E tem origem inglesa... "Vint" tem a ver com colheita de uvas para fabricação de vinho e "age" com idade. Vintage é uma denominação a colheitas de uvas, como para o vinho  do Porto, em que as condições de produção, colheita, estágio e outros  fatores de produção contribuem para uma qualidade excepcional! Mas além desse significado, "Vintage" também é um termo relacionado à moda, para determinar peças que marcaram época. Já eu gostaria de definir "Vintage" como algo clássico, que marcou época, não sendo necessariamente a ver com moda. Um carro dos anos 60, ao meu ver, é algo totalmente cabível ao mundo "Vintage". E, particularmente, AMO coisinhas cult... Vintage é mais uma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_LMrOYXzI/AAAAAAAAAlc/W1amg4GxSsQ/s1600-h/Velorution_vintage_poster_pin_up_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_LMrOYXzI/AAAAAAAAAlc/W1amg4GxSsQ/s400/Velorution_vintage_poster_pin_up_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444793893136129842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Aurélio: vin.tage&lt;br /&gt;n 1 vindima: safra de vinho. 2 ano da vindima. 3 Coloq. qualquer  colheita ou produção de determinado período. 4 data de origem ou  fabricação. 5 idade. // adj 1 de determinada safra. 2 clássico, de  importância ou qualidade reconhecida.:legal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_K_th121I/AAAAAAAAAlU/nwxw6ohPn24/s1600-h/2249078911_0c76b37ca8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_K_th121I/AAAAAAAAAlU/nwxw6ohPn24/s400/2249078911_0c76b37ca8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444793670416325458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:85%;" &gt;Coca-Cola Vintage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente, a Nestlé deu uma pitada de Vintage aos seus ovos de Páscoa. A embalagem era simplesmente uma lata colecionável lindíssima, com desenhos de diversas épocas de sucesso da marca. Mais um Vintage pra coleção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_Mn7G_56I/AAAAAAAAAlk/Kihg1KID_oY/s1600-h/pentawards_59%28a%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_Mn7G_56I/AAAAAAAAAlk/Kihg1KID_oY/s400/pentawards_59%28a%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444795460768229282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E claro! Não poderia faltar um Vintage na música, né? Fala sério!!&lt;br /&gt;A banda Cartolas, de Porto Alegre/RS, trouxe em seu primeiro CD imagens clássicas... O CD é lindo e dá a cara Vintage pra produção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_NQjo17cI/AAAAAAAAAls/0__cMQ3o948/s1600-h/capa_cartolas_original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_NQjo17cI/AAAAAAAAAls/0__cMQ3o948/s400/capa_cartolas_original.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444796158842367426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Capa do CD "Original de Fábrica", da banda Cartolas. 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vintage pode ser também a arte de colecionar coisas antigas. Por que não? Já que o clássico está em todas as entrelinhas do significado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-235962110533482029?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/235962110533482029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/vintage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/235962110533482029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/235962110533482029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/vintage.html' title='Vintage'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_PAAuyQbI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xQJ_XXpFapE/s72-c/antique_old_vintage_television_t-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4564301108156244217</id><published>2010-03-04T11:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:36:16.295-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_FFYojwMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ObVz5n3rLVo/s1600-h/cherry-trees-bg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_FFYojwMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ObVz5n3rLVo/s400/cherry-trees-bg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444787170816803010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter oportunidades pra ficar em dúvida, cursos a optar, roupas coloridas a escolher, vários tipos de salada, filmes em demasia, pessoas legais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei dessa falta de opção, dessa minimidade... Às vezes, mais do mesmo é cool. Velhos amigos, velhos filmes, velhas roupas... Mas se for sempre assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extravazando. Já.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-4564301108156244217?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4564301108156244217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/falta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4564301108156244217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4564301108156244217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/03/falta.html' title='Falta'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4_FFYojwMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/ObVz5n3rLVo/s72-c/cherry-trees-bg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-7986052393294410592</id><published>2010-02-23T14:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:10:38.985-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tênis</title><content type='html'>Galere, vi no blog da Na Frascino (http://nafrascino.blogspot.com/) uma  dica sensacional pra quem curte tênis! Eu, particularmente, sou adepta  ao tênis, seja com calça, bermudinha ou vestido! Amo muito! A dica é de  um modelo da Reebok... São LINDOS! Quero um de cada... Olha aquele roxo ali... Yeah! Ótima dica, Na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4QZuxYAwsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/l4VMIOnt29A/s1600-h/Desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4QZuxYAwsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/l4VMIOnt29A/s400/Desktop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441502541089129154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-7986052393294410592?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7986052393294410592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/02/tenis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7986052393294410592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7986052393294410592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/02/tenis.html' title='Tênis'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4QZuxYAwsI/AAAAAAAAAkI/l4VMIOnt29A/s72-c/Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8536594720042107253</id><published>2010-02-22T22:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:07:28.001-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdades que vêm do nada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4M4To1S6_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/j03afLo4aJY/s1600-h/2840104614_eecef78100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4M4To1S6_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/j03afLo4aJY/s400/2840104614_eecef78100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441254684823317490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou começando a aceitar que adultos são esquisitos e que crianças são  engraçadas. Que por mais gentis que sejam as pessoas na casa delas, isso  não significa que elas queiram que você more lá. Que bar de rodoviária  não é o melhor lugar para se fazer amigos, mas coisas esquisitas rolam.  Que irmão menor é mimado e que irmão mais velho é mandão, não importa  como tenham sido criados. Que, vez outra, alguém vai puxar o seu tapete,  então é melhor aprender a cair. E levantar. E, finalmente, que existem  duas categorias de pessoas no mundo: as que choram e as que vendem  lenços!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-8536594720042107253?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8536594720042107253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/02/verdades-que-vem-do-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8536594720042107253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8536594720042107253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/02/verdades-que-vem-do-nada.html' title='Verdades que vêm do nada...'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4M4To1S6_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/j03afLo4aJY/s72-c/2840104614_eecef78100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-2914373934656290075</id><published>2010-02-20T19:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:30:16.306-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Só você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4BT9-lX-6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/LzY-GP43e2A/s1600-h/1901082009153921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4BT9-lX-6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/LzY-GP43e2A/s400/1901082009153921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440440674100444066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí, galera! Hoje vim dar uma dica pra todos que curtem música, seja ela pop, rock, sertanejo, pagode... A tendência é MÚSICA, de todas as suas formas, em todos os seus contextos! Ouuh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho escutado bastante uma nova banda que surgiu aí entre os adolescentes. Engraçado que a música que eu mais gostei é uma regravação do sucesso "Só você", do Fábio Jr (brigaduuuuuuuuu). E não é pra menos, pois a banda que falo tem como vocalista o Fiuk que, pra quem não sabe, é filho do Fábio Jr. Massa, né? A banda é a Hori...&lt;br /&gt;Espero que vcs gostem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d4e2794" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d4e2794" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-2914373934656290075?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/2914373934656290075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2914373934656290075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/2914373934656290075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-voce.html' title='Só você'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S4BT9-lX-6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/LzY-GP43e2A/s72-c/1901082009153921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-3548444282874929103</id><published>2010-02-20T03:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T03:47:42.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim, sós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S393XHcZuNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/hLELsjR2mUc/s1600-h/8952sonhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S393XHcZuNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/hLELsjR2mUc/s400/8952sonhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440198113905719506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se existe um mundo paralelo ao nosso, um mundo de sonhos, sabor chocolate meio amargo, então aperto o "play"! E sigam-me os bons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de ler um post super bacana de uma amiga minha de SP. A Má Pentelha. Nos falamos poucas vezes, mas as poucas foram muitas! Conversas bem intensas... Não tem como esquecê-la! Seguindo-a no Twitter, acabei clicando numa das dicas dessa fera na escrita. O texto que ela escreveu me deu uma visão muito clara de tudo que aconteceu nessa semana na minha vida. Não exatamente na "vida real", mas numa vida paralela (exatamente naquela que descrevi na primeira frase).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Má escreveu o seguinte: "Divida a sua madrugada apenas com a vodka que você juntou com limão e  transformou na melhor caipiroska de todos os tempos. Feche os olhos,  menina, e dance!". Dançarei, Má... Nos sonhos! Pois eles estão sendo uma esperança de futuro, digamos que um carro abre-alas do meu carnaval! Nos sonhos, eu posso ser o que eu quiser, dançar tango em Buenos Aires, comer sushi em Nagoya, andar de barco em Veneza... Fechando os olhos, eu posso traçar metas e conseguir cumpri-las, sem antes sequer desistir. Tenho uma esperança de mundo melhor, de vida cheia (o contrário de vazia), planos na imensidão. Posso também ganhar uma surpresa, ser embalada num balanço, defender minhas causas (sem consequências)... Nos sonhos, eu consigo planejar o que, acordada, é complicado. Sonhando, posso me sentir amada, ser linda e perfumada todo o tempo, ser princesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não exista um sentido concreto (talvez nem abstrato) pra essas tantas palavras que, pra alguns, parecem soltas. Pra mim, no meu HOJE é um lema de vida, um hino a ser cantado todos os dias em que eu acordo e vejo um sol lindo brilhando na rua. E pra isso, não necessariamente eu precise mudar quem eu sou. Apenas consigo ver as coisas de uma forma diferente. Antes tarde do que... MAIS TARDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aproveite o silêncio, pegue suas coisas, vá onde quiser com tudo que  sabe e acredite, menina: O &lt;i&gt;game over&lt;/i&gt; é só seu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-3548444282874929103?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3548444282874929103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/02/enfim-sos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3548444282874929103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3548444282874929103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/02/enfim-sos.html' title='Enfim, sós...'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S393XHcZuNI/AAAAAAAAAh4/hLELsjR2mUc/s72-c/8952sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-3660506903817154763</id><published>2010-01-12T16:57:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:05:36.308-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Há malas que vão pra Belém</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0zHwsrglqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hQGiP0I5w_Q/s1600-h/923_1_~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425931290515904162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0zHwsrglqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hQGiP0I5w_Q/s400/923_1_~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;''A gente cresce é nas crises!'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;''O que não mata, fortalece''. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Alguma experiência em sua vida corrobora estas frases? Você já deve ter sentindo que, ao enfrentar uma derrota ou revés, saiu do outro lado como uma pessoa melhor. Neste sentido, qual o melhor erro que você já cometeu?!&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/6587297750826256876-3660506903817154763?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3660506903817154763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/ha-malas-que-vao-para-belem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3660506903817154763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3660506903817154763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/ha-malas-que-vao-para-belem.html' title='Há malas que vão pra Belém'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0zHwsrglqI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hQGiP0I5w_Q/s72-c/923_1_~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4626286751760816117</id><published>2010-01-11T22:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:14:19.888-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lou Bertoni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0u-u2qgI5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/Llo_-j35-Y8/s1600-h/mude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425639888254935954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0u-u2qgI5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/Llo_-j35-Y8/s400/mude.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Você não precisa comprar uma pessoa nova. Precisa, sim, buscar você, onde quer que você tenha esquecido seus mínimos pedaços. Gorduras e quilos extras dá pra perder. Cabelo mal resolvido dá pra administrar. Falta de grana, a gente aprende a levar. Então, existe uma saída: fazer as pazes com aquela que já foi um dia. Depois, com tempo, paciência e ternura, mude o projeto, conserte o que não for bom, dê modos à moça. Aproprie-se. De posse do que for seu, mude o curso do rio. Mate a erva daninha. E fique pronta pro que der e vier.&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/6587297750826256876-4626286751760816117?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4626286751760816117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/lou-bertoni.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4626286751760816117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4626286751760816117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/lou-bertoni.html' title='Lou Bertoni'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0u-u2qgI5I/AAAAAAAAAbE/Llo_-j35-Y8/s72-c/mude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-6591822616900554660</id><published>2010-01-11T15:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:48:08.521-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EngHaw 25 anos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0tkOjvd7UI/AAAAAAAAAa8/QBL5ioTbwRc/s1600-h/hg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425540377373175106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0tkOjvd7UI/AAAAAAAAAa8/QBL5ioTbwRc/s400/hg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0tkORgDxmI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ayip_Z1YiUk/s1600-h/hg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Há 25 anos atrás, nasce a banda que mudou a minha vida de muitas formas. Uma banda que, além de trazer canções-símbolo pro meu cotidiano, trouxe momentos inesquecíveis, pessoas inexplicáveis, que trouxeram outras pessoas, e mais pessoas... amigos! Posso dizer sem pensar que Engenheiros do Hawaii me trouxe muitas alegrias. Não só se tratando de música/show/disco. Mas pra ser realmente sincera, transformou minha vida desde o primeiro segundo. Aquele 10.001, com a versão mais linda de ''pra ser sincero'', pessoas ecoando a melodia, aquela guitarra... Tirando o fato de que naquele momento era tudo o que eu precisava ouvir, melodia X letra me tocaram de uma forma que jamais saberei explicar! Devorei o CD e escutei de novo... e de novo.. e mais uma vez! Hoje, não sei como a vida tomaria o rumo que tomou sem ter descoberto eles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;5 anos de muita alegria pra mim e 25 pruma série de pessoas que, assim como eu, estão vibrando na mesma frequência e agradecendo cada segundo do dia por existir tamanha coisa que possa unir tantas pessoas, mesmo estando centenas de milhares de km distantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Obrigada!&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/6587297750826256876-6591822616900554660?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6591822616900554660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/enghaw-25-anos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6591822616900554660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6591822616900554660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/enghaw-25-anos.html' title='EngHaw 25 anos!'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0tkOjvd7UI/AAAAAAAAAa8/QBL5ioTbwRc/s72-c/hg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8597939664084944985</id><published>2010-01-10T11:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:58:57.811-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;A Melissa lançou modelos 2010 de sandálias! São lindas, além de super confortáveis!! Minha preferida é essa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0ncj2twOZI/AAAAAAAAAas/D8vAb5XbUPY/s1600-h/Melissa20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425109734685424018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0ncj2twOZI/AAAAAAAAAas/D8vAb5XbUPY/s400/Melissa20104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;E abaixo, os novos modelos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0ncaxiV7tI/AAAAAAAAAak/GgYLLTOvnBQ/s1600-h/3639701308_21b09f266b.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425109578676563666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0ncaxiV7tI/AAAAAAAAAak/GgYLLTOvnBQ/s400/3639701308_21b09f266b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;1. Melissa Coral&lt;br /&gt;2. Melissa Marine&lt;br /&gt;3. Melissa Bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;4. Melissa Treasure&lt;br /&gt;5. Melissa Flower assinada pela estilista Isabela Capeto.&lt;br /&gt;6. Melissa Three Straps Elevated, assinada pela estilista britânica Vivienne Westwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-8597939664084944985?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8597939664084944985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/melissa-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8597939664084944985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8597939664084944985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-3840093282206430799</id><published>2010-01-10T02:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:17:32.624-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=763e78d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-3840093282206430799?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3840093282206430799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/someday-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3840093282206430799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3840093282206430799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/someday-soon.html' title='Someday Soon'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-5154960556759067632</id><published>2010-01-10T01:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:48:18.265-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bornolds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;A ideia veio de Portugal, numa das lindas viagens ao mundo da Maria. São os lenços multi-uso, colares de tecido e saídas de praia (e muito mais que a imaginação permitir) que dão um toque de estilo no visual, complementando-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0lLxQlf8TI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/71hVnfbtaJs/s1600-h/DSC02753.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424950535782396210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0lLxQlf8TI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/71hVnfbtaJs/s400/DSC02753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alguns dos modelos de colares de tecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0lKIzhoo7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/A1wAHw_eSck/s1600-h/DSC02165.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424948741275165618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0lKIzhoo7I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/A1wAHw_eSck/s400/DSC02165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Maria Lúcia e Carolina são grandes amigas minhas que moram em Joinville/SC. Se juntaram pra projetar um atelier de costura onde fazem com as próprias mãos cada peça da produção. Com a ideia de Portugal citada acima e as habilidades da Carol (aprendiz da mamys, que ensinou Maria a costurar também), estão fazendo sucesso Brasil a fora e conquistando muitas clientes a fim de um novo visu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Para conhecer melhor o trabalho dessa dupla sensacional, acesse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bornolds.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.bornolds.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt; ou no telefone &lt;em&gt;(47) 8489.6409&lt;/em&gt; (comigo mesma). Entrega pra todo o Brasil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-5154960556759067632?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5154960556759067632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/bornolds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/5154960556759067632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/5154960556759067632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/bornolds.html' title='Bornolds'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0lLxQlf8TI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/71hVnfbtaJs/s72-c/DSC02753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-5102447057963500827</id><published>2010-01-09T22:36:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:49:05.649-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O retorno!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0kj1jJawVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LerwQTJ0zVw/s1600-h/1161275942_existem_caminhos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424906629019255122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0kj1jJawVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LerwQTJ0zVw/s400/1161275942_existem_caminhos3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Enfim, estou de volta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Pra quem gostaria de entender essa minha ''parada estratégica''...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;A vida pode nos trazer muitas infelicidades ao longo do tempo e cabe a nós mesmos saber como lidar com essas infelicidades e crescer com as mesmas. Cada tragetória nos dá uma nova experiência, nos coloca numa marcha de risco e saimos dela mais forte do que nunca. O problema é que, às vezes, pra sairmos dessas marchas de risco, precisamos fazer ''A'' força tarefa e nem sempre essa é fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;No meu caso, foi ''fácil''. Mas foi difícil. Mas foi fácil... Resolvi mudar! Mudar de vida. Mudar o plano. Me teletransportei pra Joinville/SC, uma cidade linda que, mesmo que fosse horrorosa, tenho amigas importantíssimas pra mim e que me ensinaram grandes lições de vida ao longo da amizade. Essa mudança de vida, cidade, rumos, planos foi uma forma que encontrei pra esquecer meus problemas que jamais se resolverão, que sempre viverão em mim, mas que dessa forma poderão ser ''esfriados'' e, conforme eu for conquistando meu espaço e as pessoas, mais méritos eu terei e farei valer a pena cada segundo dessa experiência de vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Apesar de ainda ter feridas abertas me machucando, eu consigo enxergar os meus erros, não necessariamente cessá-los, mas aprendo com eles a cada dia. Tenho certeza de que um dia abrirei os olhos e verei o quanto eles foram importantes pro meu ''crescer''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;''Se tu quiseres saber quem eu sou, vem!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Não sei qual será o próximo passo, nem onde, nem quando. Mas se tu quiser saber, vem!&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/6587297750826256876-5102447057963500827?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5102447057963500827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-retorno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/5102447057963500827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/5102447057963500827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-retorno.html' title='O retorno!'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/S0kj1jJawVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LerwQTJ0zVw/s72-c/1161275942_existem_caminhos3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4106134631952262834</id><published>2009-11-15T02:52:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:52:26.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CBJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Agora eu sei exatamente o que fazer&lt;br /&gt; Bom recomeçar poder contar com você&lt;br /&gt; Pois eu me lembro de tudo irmão, eu estava lá também&lt;br /&gt; Um homem quando está em paz não quer guerra com ninguém&lt;br /&gt; Eu segurei minhas lágrimas, pois não queria demonstrar a emoção&lt;br /&gt; Já que estava ali só pra observar e aprender um pouco mais sobre a percepção&lt;br /&gt; Eles dizem que é impossível encontrar o amor sem perder a razão&lt;br /&gt; Mas pra quem tem pensamento forte o impossível é só questão de opinião&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E disso os loucos sabem&lt;br /&gt; Só os loucos sabem&lt;br /&gt; Disso os loucos sabem&lt;br /&gt; Só os loucos sabem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Toda positividade eu desejo a você&lt;br /&gt; pois precisamos disso nos dias de luta&lt;br /&gt; O medo segue os nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt; O medo segue os nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt; Menina linda eu quero morar na sua rua&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você deixou saudade&lt;br /&gt; Você deixou saudade&lt;br /&gt; Quero te ver outra vez&lt;br /&gt; Quero te ver outra vez&lt;br /&gt; Você deixou saudade&lt;/p&gt;Agora eu sei exatamente o que fazer&lt;br /&gt; Bom recomeçar poder contar com você&lt;br /&gt; Pois eu me lembro de tudo irmão, eu estava lá também&lt;br /&gt; Um homem quando esta em paz não quer guerra com ninguém&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-4106134631952262834?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4106134631952262834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/11/cbj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4106134631952262834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4106134631952262834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/11/cbj.html' title='CBJ'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-1060971298923516231</id><published>2009-10-24T14:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:30:55.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, se já perdemos a noção da hora&lt;br /&gt;Se juntos já jogamos tudo fora&lt;br /&gt;Me conta agora como hei de partir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, se ao te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Dei pra sonhar, fiz tantos desvarios&lt;br /&gt;Rompi com o mundo, queimei meus navios&lt;br /&gt;Me diz pra onde é que inda posso ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nós nas travessuras das noites eternas&lt;br /&gt;Já confundimos tanto as nossas pernas&lt;br /&gt;Diz com que pernas eu devo seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se entornaste a nossa sorte pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;Se na bagunça do teu coração&lt;br /&gt;Meu sangue errou de veia e se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como, se na desordem do armário embutido&lt;br /&gt;Meu paletó enlaça o teu vestido&lt;br /&gt;E o meu sapato inda pisa no teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como, se nos amamos feito dois pagãos&lt;br /&gt;Teus seios ainda estão nas minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Me explica com que cara eu vou sair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, acho que estás te fazendo de tonta&lt;br /&gt;Te dei meus olhos pra tomares conta&lt;br /&gt;Agora conta como hei de partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-1060971298923516231?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1060971298923516231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1060971298923516231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1060971298923516231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudade.html' title='Saudade...'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8430696594566896682</id><published>2009-08-27T23:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:59:06.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenços Bornolds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SpdHuaYqOnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/LdmxwgNNTIc/s1600-h/bornolds-etiqueta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SpdHuaYqOnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/LdmxwgNNTIc/s400/bornolds-etiqueta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374843542972283506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SpdHVeaOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/di3PO5-A098/s1600-h/len%C3%A7o-florzinha.jpg"&gt;Tenho uma amiga, a Carolina, que faz peças de roupas maravilhosas! Não é porque somos amigas, mas cada roupa é única, com seu charme e exclusividade. Casaquetos, blusas, vestidos e o que mais a criatividade permitir!&lt;br /&gt;Agora a novidade são lenços e colares... Um mais lindo que o outro! Coloridos, a cara da estação que tá por vir...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SpdHVeaOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/di3PO5-A098/s1600-h/len%C3%A7o-florzinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SpdHVeaOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/di3PO5-A098/s400/len%C3%A7o-florzinha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374843114555844562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;O blog dela é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bornolds.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;http://bornolds.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;http://bornolds.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;http://bornolds.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Entrega pra todo Brasil.&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/6587297750826256876-8430696594566896682?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8430696594566896682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/lencos-bornolds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8430696594566896682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8430696594566896682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/lencos-bornolds.html' title='Lenços Bornolds'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SpdHuaYqOnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/LdmxwgNNTIc/s72-c/bornolds-etiqueta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8143830744650647465</id><published>2009-08-26T00:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:24:18.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A dor de perder um amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SpSqmyhA_UI/AAAAAAAAAYU/RnbFPgJvz-M/s1600-h/dor_amigo-793360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SpSqmyhA_UI/AAAAAAAAAYU/RnbFPgJvz-M/s400/dor_amigo-793360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374107838731844930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-8143830744650647465?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8143830744650647465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/dor-de-perder-um-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8143830744650647465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8143830744650647465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/dor-de-perder-um-amigo.html' title='A dor de perder um amigo...'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SpSqmyhA_UI/AAAAAAAAAYU/RnbFPgJvz-M/s72-c/dor_amigo-793360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4043432272582668025</id><published>2009-08-11T20:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:36:07.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Setlist Janeiro 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1 - Se você ficasse um pouco mais - Alemão Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 - Onde o amor se esconde - Alemão Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3 - Farol - Alemão Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4 - One - U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5 - Que loucura! - Cachorro Grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;6 - Novo super herói - Cachorro Grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 - Perto de mim - Cadillac'59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;8 - Onde está - Fresno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;9 - Teatro dos Vampiros - Legião Urbana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;10 - Pra ver se cola - Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;11 - Todo carnaval tem seu fim - Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12 - Cara estranho - Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;13 - A flor - Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;14 - O tempo - Los Hermanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;15 - A sombra do teu amor - Alemão Ronaldo + Mr. Pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;16 - Vagabundo - Ratto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 - Toda forma de amor - Ratto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;18 - Sina - Ratto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;19 - O amor não sabe esperar - Ratto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 - Olhando pra você - Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;21 - Beijos, blues e poesia - K-sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;22 - Uma do Ben Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-4043432272582668025?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4043432272582668025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/setlist-janeiro-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4043432272582668025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4043432272582668025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/setlist-janeiro-2007.html' title='Setlist Janeiro 2007'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-6013210431859436163</id><published>2009-08-11T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:24:15.569-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamofú</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SoH9bGzrboI/AAAAAAAAAYM/CwM1yHBxJWk/s1600-h/1249868778203_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SoH9bGzrboI/AAAAAAAAAYM/CwM1yHBxJWk/s400/1249868778203_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368850872928005762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Essa é a realidade. Tamo tudo fu, galera! Jornalistas mentindo índices da gripe A. O que será que nós?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Por enquanto, to aqui. Mas o medo de sair na rua, por exemplo, é grande!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ontem mesmo, peguei um bus pra ir pra aula do cursinho... Lotado! Fiquei com tanto medo de tocar nas partes do bus. Mas o que fazer tmb? É difícil... Muito complicado. E assim, vamos vivendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E o fim disso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oseltapavir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-6013210431859436163?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6013210431859436163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/tamufu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6013210431859436163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6013210431859436163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/tamufu.html' title='Tamofú'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SoH9bGzrboI/AAAAAAAAAYM/CwM1yHBxJWk/s72-c/1249868778203_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-9143480558579091176</id><published>2009-08-11T20:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:17:06.748-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que loucura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenho pressa pra chegar&lt;br /&gt; Pressa de ir pra outro lugar&lt;br /&gt; Em que possa me sentir&lt;br /&gt; Dentro de uma bolha&lt;br /&gt; Que flutua por aí&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pare de me perguntar&lt;br /&gt; Onde eu quero chegar&lt;br /&gt; Sinto que só quero ir&lt;br /&gt; Em cima de um tapete&lt;br /&gt; Que flutua por aí&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isso é uma loucura&lt;br /&gt; Isso é uma loucura&lt;br /&gt; Isso é uma loucura&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha razão de existir&lt;br /&gt; É ter você sempre aqui&lt;br /&gt; Do meu lado e por que não?&lt;br /&gt; Vem comigo num domingo&lt;br /&gt; Voar no meu balão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isso é uma loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Isso é uma loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Isso é uma loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-9143480558579091176?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/9143480558579091176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-loucura.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/9143480558579091176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/9143480558579091176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-loucura.html' title='Que loucura!'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-6385737212608968206</id><published>2009-07-27T23:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:14:07.238-03:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que estava longe, está aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Dentro e tão perto&lt;br /&gt;De um jeito tão certo que só cabe mesmo em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;B&amp;amp;E, pra sempre!&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/6587297750826256876-6385737212608968206?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6385737212608968206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6385737212608968206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6385737212608968206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/l.html' title='(L)'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4904742794865722084</id><published>2009-07-27T22:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:00:05.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na cidade da Coruja Jurema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sm5Xn_B6QqI/AAAAAAAAAX8/8UCh_cifJyQ/s1600-h/Fotos+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sm5Xn_B6QqI/AAAAAAAAAX8/8UCh_cifJyQ/s400/Fotos+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363320550690800290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Ju, Pincess e Elisa - Foto: Ériksen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Num belo dia de começo de frio em Rio Grande, eu (por mim mesma) tive a brilhante ideia de fazer com meus amigos EngHaw (dispostinhos mor) um FINDI INVERNINHO. Mas o que seria um "FINDI INVERNINHO"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Seria um final de semana de inverno rigoroso, em alguma cidade (em princípio, Bagé) gelada, que tivesse a possibilidade de neve. Uma verdadeira indiada, afinal quem gosta de passar frio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Mandei um email a todos e, logo, tive as respectivas respostas. As que eu esperava. As que eu queria. "SIIIIM, VAMOS"! Então vamos! E fomos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O local foi Guaporé, a cidade do nosso querido Érik. O frio? -4º na manhã de sábado, com direito a gelo no vidro do carro. Rolou amigo secreto, chocolate quente na Vovó Chica (uma padaria maravilhosa, onde encontrei, além do chocolate quente delicioso, bombons Smash de Morango!!!!), fotos pela cidade, passeio às lojas de jóias e lingeries, pizza (huuuuum), visita ao Cristo de Guaporé (na qual o caminho até lá é uma via sacra lindíssima), ida ao autódromo (onde conhecemos o Pulguento, que mais tarde seria a Pulguenta - porque era cã e não cão), churrasquinho do pai do Érik, muitos coraçõezinhos no almoço de domingo... E nada disso era "esquema". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Passar frio foi o de menos. Com eles, sempre é paunocuzagem garantida. Risos na madrugada, raposas saltitantes, termômetros marcando mínimas temperaturas, presentes dispostinhos, EngHaw na rádio, fotos e muitas histórias. Preciso dizer que quero bis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Érik + Ju + Elisa + Vetão + Ana + pais queridos do Érik + Pincess = FINDI INVERNINHO MARA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;O próximo encontro? Dia 22. Adivinhem onde??? Ham ham...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Beijospratorcida.jpeg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-4904742794865722084?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4904742794865722084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/na-cidade-da-coruja-jurema.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4904742794865722084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4904742794865722084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/na-cidade-da-coruja-jurema.html' title='Na cidade da Coruja Jurema...'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sm5Xn_B6QqI/AAAAAAAAAX8/8UCh_cifJyQ/s72-c/Fotos+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-7547411528846466055</id><published>2009-07-27T22:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:34:37.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Há tempos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há tempos tive um sonho, não me lembro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;não me lembro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tua tristeza é tão exata &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E hoje o dia é tão bonito &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já estamos acostumados &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A não termos mais nem isso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os sonhos vêm e os sonhos vão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O resto é imperfeito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disseste que se tua voz tivesse força igual &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;À imensa dor que sentes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teu grito acordaria &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não só a tua casa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas a vizinhança inteira. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há tempos o encanto está ausente&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E há ferrugem nos sorrisos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E só o acaso estende os braços &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A quem procura abrigo e proteção. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu amor, disciplina é liberdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Compaixão é fortaleza &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ter bondade é ter coragem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ela disse: &lt;strong&gt;"Lá em casa tem um poço mas a água é muito limpa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Tanto tempo sem ouvir Legião que esqueci, por uns tempos, o quanto é especial as letras do Renato. Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-7547411528846466055?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7547411528846466055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-tempos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7547411528846466055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7547411528846466055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-tempos.html' title='Há tempos'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-1028160509825577052</id><published>2009-06-21T20:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:37:13.498-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Casaco da Carol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sj7D1NQse9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/iYlY_SSccDM/s1600-h/IMG_1150+%28Custom%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sj7D1NQse9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/iYlY_SSccDM/s400/IMG_1150+%28Custom%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349928726222896082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Este casaco, foi obra da querida Carol, lá de Joinville... Linda peça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol, AMO VOCÊ!&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/6587297750826256876-1028160509825577052?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1028160509825577052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/casaco-da-carol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1028160509825577052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1028160509825577052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/06/casaco-da-carol.html' title='Casaco da Carol!'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sj7D1NQse9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/iYlY_SSccDM/s72-c/IMG_1150+%28Custom%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-3302228685411190123</id><published>2009-05-23T22:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:15:27.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo dos sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Quero andar descalço na calçada, ver alguém juntar um papel do chão, quero sentir a lágrima secando, ver alguém pedir perdão. Quero andar de noite no sereno, enxergar a lua prateada, quero ser a rosa mais bonita, enfeitando a escuridão. E quando o sol nascer, bater mais forte, em cada rosto, eu vou estar do jeito que eu sonhei... Quero andar de noite no sereno, enxergar a lua prateada, quero ter a rosa mais bonita, ver alguém fazendo amor. Quero andar descalço na calçada, ver alguém juntar um papel do chão. Quero sentir a lágrima secando, enxugando a escuridão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Algo me fez pensar nos dias tristes que passei. A lágrima no olhar me fez pensar nos sonhos que eu deixei de ter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(Anna Lógica, inspiração pro blog Telégrafos da Lua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-3302228685411190123?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3302228685411190123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/mundo-dos-sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3302228685411190123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3302228685411190123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/mundo-dos-sonhos.html' title='Mundo dos sonhos...'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-3192426078751815982</id><published>2009-05-23T16:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:42:31.041-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois da curva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ShhRUDW1hsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kOGD029Q9MQ/s1600-h/DSCF2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ShhRUDW1hsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kOGD029Q9MQ/s400/DSCF2549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339106763188045506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Amanhã, talvez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse vendaval faça algum sentido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra se dizer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa sobre todo mundo&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por hoje é só&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar passar a ventania&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez amanhã&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Vento, vela e velocidade&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar azul, céu azul sem nuvens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Logo ali depois da curva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, logo ali,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali depois da curva&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã talvez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse temporal saia do caminho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá pra escrever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O papel aceita toda qualquer coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Por hoje é só&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar passar a tempestade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez amanhã&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Água pura e toda verdade&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mar azul, céu azul sem nuvens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo ali depois da curva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, logo ali,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali depois da curva&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, logo ali,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali depois da curva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, logo ali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vi, eu vim, venci a curva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-3192426078751815982?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/3192426078751815982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/depois-da-curva.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3192426078751815982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/3192426078751815982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/depois-da-curva.html' title='Depois da curva'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ShhRUDW1hsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kOGD029Q9MQ/s72-c/DSCF2549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-1561027508122326164</id><published>2009-05-19T13:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:53:53.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjos e Demônios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ShLkCIxEI2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hRWWCQCOREc/s1600-h/poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337579233751606114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ShLkCIxEI2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hRWWCQCOREc/s400/poster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Recomendo a todas as pessoas que AMARAM "O Código Da Vinci" e que ADORAM o Tom (gatíssimo) Hanks. Sou péssima pra descrever filmes, mas digo que é sumpreendente e contagiante do início ao fim. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-1561027508122326164?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1561027508122326164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/anjos-e-demonios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1561027508122326164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1561027508122326164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/anjos-e-demonios.html' title='Anjos e Demônios'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ShLkCIxEI2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/hRWWCQCOREc/s72-c/poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4711652490856077878</id><published>2009-05-19T13:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:41:47.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aromática</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ShLgtCn4iDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Bc54nVp-Cc0/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337575572790347826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ShLgtCn4iDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Bc54nVp-Cc0/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eram quase 19 horas. Eu estava a caminho do trabalho da minha mãe, correndo contra o tempo, afim de lugar nenhum. Com uma chuvisca fria, daqueles dias de inverno frios, gelados, ventando sobre o pescoço, bem por baixo de um cachecol. No fim da rua, relógio. Marcavam 18 e 55.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No começo, apenas era mais um dia, de uma rotina corrida, entre tantas outras pessoas que ali na rua iam e vinham, como eu, simples cidadã. Logo apareceu a diferença...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senti um aroma estranho, um aroma saudoso, de passado no ar e no meio do passado um pingo de nostalgia, nostalgia boa, doce, carinhosa. Logo vi que conhecia aquele cheiro que tanto me "tocou". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembrei exatamente de algumas memórias que pra sempre irão ficar. Lembrei que o tempo é o dono da razão, mas que ele jamais traria de volta um tempo bom, um tempo amigo, que me dava risadas e choros de presente, bons e ruins. Lembrei de uma história, uma intenção. Lembrei de músicas, fases... Lembrei de mim mesma. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-4711652490856077878?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4711652490856077878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/aromatica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4711652490856077878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4711652490856077878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/aromatica.html' title='Aromática'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ShLgtCn4iDI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Bc54nVp-Cc0/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-7181521210264441148</id><published>2009-05-15T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:59:17.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexta-feira 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sg2DPD_gMZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/QuQkhQFGAZA/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336065428296839570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sg2DPD_gMZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/QuQkhQFGAZA/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu adoro acordar, tomar um banho quentinho, sair de casa, sem pressa, sem esquecer nada... Comer um doce, acompanhado de suco de maracujá, ler o jornal e ver só notícias boas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Ilusão? Não é. Basta enxergar o que se quer ver, o que se quer sentir. O doce das coisas não está num jornal (apenas nele), mas sim nas pessoas que fazem ele acontecer. Um poema que seja publicado por um leitor, ou então uma piada enviada por email, fotos na coluna social de pessoas que tu nunca viu na vida... Horóscopo, relatando como será teu dia, qual a cor que tu deve usar pra atrair boas vibrações, há quem não acredite e há que não saia de casa sem ler. A página policial contando que os bandidos mais perigosos da cidade foram presos ontem à noite em flagrante. A gripe suína não vem pra cá! Campanha de vacinação contra a febre amarela. Show da Fresno no sábado. Foto de um amigo publicada na página principal do caderno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;O jornal é tudo isso. E não só isso. É o que eu quero ver, o que eu posso absorver pro meu dia ser melhor. Coisas ruins existem em todo lugar, por isso leia o jornal, pra fazer o papel de violência travestida e seja uma pessoa como eu. Simples leitora. Simples papel. Simples 1,50. Simples Agora. Grande sonho. Grandes planos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah!&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/6587297750826256876-7181521210264441148?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7181521210264441148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/sexta-feira-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7181521210264441148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7181521210264441148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/sexta-feira-15.html' title='Sexta-feira 15'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sg2DPD_gMZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/QuQkhQFGAZA/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-4503652291931869016</id><published>2009-05-14T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:25:40.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O frio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SgxiHoXItxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aZE0mL2eR3M/s1600-h/inverno-2009-160608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335747541760259858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SgxiHoXItxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aZE0mL2eR3M/s400/inverno-2009-160608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu sei que já postei em vários lugares (fotolog, orkut, twitter, etc) sobre o frio, mas é que me encanta tanto que sempre há algo pra falar sobre a minha estação do ano favorita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver as pessoas na rua, com cachecóis, mantas coloridas, umas mais saturadas que as outras... Pessoas querendo estar em casa, embaixo de um edredon quentinho, com uma xícara enorme de chocolate quente e muito merengue... Ou então assistindo a sessão da tarde, um filmezinho de 15 anos atrás, onde a Xuxa via duendes e até entrava num mundo surreal... Até a gripe fica bonita no inverno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inverno faz a gente viajar, nem que seja na maionese. Faz a gente namorar. Faz a gente querer estar juntinho num abraço. Faz a saudade aumentar. Faz os banhos ficarem menos prazerosos. Faz as mãos incharem. Faz a preguiça aumentar. Faz o quarto ficar mais bagunçado. Faz a gente estudar muito mais. Nhac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragam logo julho pra mim???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Brrrrrr... 9ºC&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/6587297750826256876-4503652291931869016?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/4503652291931869016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-frio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4503652291931869016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/4503652291931869016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-frio.html' title='O frio!'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SgxiHoXItxI/AAAAAAAAAWg/aZE0mL2eR3M/s72-c/inverno-2009-160608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8234469977208358888</id><published>2009-05-13T17:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:50:25.048-03:00</updated><title type='text'>15 minutos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São 17:45 e logo estarei indo pra minha casinha estudar química orgânica... Parece chato, mas é divertido. Veja por um lado: ontem estava eu aqui reclamando da vida, da correria do cotiano, mas hoje fico feliz em estar aqui, viva, feliz, contente, em paz... Algumas coisas na vida a gente não deve se conformar mesmo, mas sim entender. Aceitar jamais! Mas entender sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chuvinha boa de fim de tarde, ninguém pra atender... Tava com uma vontade ENORME e gigante de comer pão de queijo. Mas não é qualquer pão de queijo. Era o pão de queijo do Posto aqui do Cassino, um pãozinho na hora, quentinho, ótimo pra comer com uma copinho de guaraná no friozinho. Nhuuum... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora vou pra casa. Já se passaram 4 minutos e eu preciso arrumar as minhas coisas. Não desistam de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-8234469977208358888?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8234469977208358888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/15-minutos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8234469977208358888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8234469977208358888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/15-minutos.html' title='15 minutos'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8432952750333139709</id><published>2009-05-12T15:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:21:28.135-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinais de fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Sabe aquela vida bagunçada, com livros e cadernos empilhados na estante, junto com vários copos sujos de suco MIX da Tang, copinhos de iogurte de banana e colher de chá lambuzada? Noites mal dormidas, roupas perdidas, tênis cinza, muita noz de cola e desprazer... Sem contar as provas, trabalhos, horários a cumprir... Ou então o recado que eu não dei, o casaco que eu não peguei antes de sair de casa, a chuva em que me molhei toda pra chegar ao trabalho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;É.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Vida desorganizada sempre foi. Agenda. Esqueço de ler. Mas agora esgotou todos os limites de desordem... Causas eu tenho. Motivos tmb. Justificativas não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Um rumo... Uma diversão... Um motivo alegre e contente que faça eu realizar todas as minhas missões de 2009 em paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;E sim, vou conseguir! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Ouvindo Distúrbios do amor e rock... Ou aguma coisa parecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-8432952750333139709?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8432952750333139709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/sinais-de-fogo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8432952750333139709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8432952750333139709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/sinais-de-fogo.html' title='Sinais de fogo'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-1115838454172404545</id><published>2009-05-08T22:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:06:18.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SgTW1lvpvII/AAAAAAAAAWY/9X6EJ2p3qWo/s1600-h/OgAAAEC2CC3ZsxdQ5ntByJ-CjUZSO06oSxk9ATV3a5-Wr2cY2oK_-z18PqIcQSTMACMbV3Ctdk3jWX__MiTCQq2VNucAm1T1UGim3rrsJttdSrrNkEzojpN_IAfS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz...&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/6587297750826256876-1115838454172404545?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1115838454172404545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/carros.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1115838454172404545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1115838454172404545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/05/carros.html' title='Vivendo'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-6354323335789263822</id><published>2009-03-22T13:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:29:57.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Play!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ScZk6mjVTlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bkDxrf-kEjY/s1600-h/kt+tunstall+another+7inch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ScZk6mjVTlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bkDxrf-kEjY/s400/kt+tunstall+another+7inch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316047368101383762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2006. Fui presenteada com um CD encantador, com músicas tão serenas e verdadeiras que toda vez que ouvia me tocava de certa forma. Adorava ligar o windows media player e ouvir "other side of the world". Pra mim, aquela música era exatamente o que eu sentia, retratava perfeitamente o meu momento. E só cabia a mim entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Como pode a distância unir/separar/unir duas pessoas? Talvez não seja dela a culpa e sim do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2007. Continuava a ouvir o CD. Mas era diferente agora. Retratava meus momentos, mas doia saber que aquelas músicas haviam deixado de serem minhas, de fazer parte do meu "agora". Lembro que um dia tocou "acidentalmente" uma música e chorei aos prantos, por não entender o porquê daquela tortura sentimental e o porquê de eu não poder ser mais a pessoa da música. Acaso ou destino? TEMPO. Tudo na vida é uma questão de tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2008. Outubro de 2008. Agora, passados 2 anos, eu havia voltado a ser a pessoa da música, mas sem estar do outro lado do mundo. Eu podia ser eu, o universo e você. Eu podia ser a pessoa que te levara pra bem longe, talvez num cavalo preto abaixo de uma cerejeira. E eu também podia ser a pessoa na qual ganhou uma música no show onde todas as músicas estavam reunidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;KT Tunstall é uma cantora escocesa que fez sucesso com seus álbuns "Eye to the telescope", "Acoustic Extravaganza" e "Drastic Fantastic". Hoje ela faz sucesso com seu carisma, com sua simplicidade e seu humor. Preciso dizer que ela é preferida? Acho que dispensa comentários, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"We are just the same"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-6354323335789263822?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6354323335789263822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/play.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6354323335789263822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6354323335789263822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/play.html' title='Play!'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/ScZk6mjVTlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bkDxrf-kEjY/s72-c/kt+tunstall+another+7inch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-1437584167330904483</id><published>2009-03-22T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:09:10.769-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábias palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;...escapei a minha mãe não indo ao quarto dela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;mas não escapei de mim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. Corri ao meu quarto, e entrei atrás de mim. Eu falava-me, eu perseguia-me, eu atirava-me à cama, e rolava comigo, e chorava, e abafava os soluços com a ponta do lençol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; aquela tarde, nem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Jurei não ir ver Capitununca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, e fazer-me padre de uma vez. Via-me já ordenado, diante dela, que choraria de arrependimento e me pediria perdão, mas eu, frio e sereno, não teria mais que desprezo, muito desprezo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;voltava-lhe as costas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. Chamava-lhe perversa. Duas vezes dei por mim mordendo os dentes, como se a tivesse entre eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Da cama ouvi a voz dela, que viera passar o resto da tarde com minha mãe, e naturalmente comigo, como das outras vezes; mas, por maior que fosse o abalo que me deu, não me fez sair do quarto. Capitu ria alto, falava alto, como se me avisasse; eu continuava surdo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; a sós comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; e o meu desprezo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A vontade que me dava era cravar-lhe as unhas no pescoço, enterrá-las bem, até ver-lhe sair a vida com sangue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dom Casmurro - Machado de Assis (capítulo O desespero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-1437584167330904483?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/1437584167330904483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabias-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1437584167330904483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/1437584167330904483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/sabias-palavras.html' title='Sábias palavras'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8550936183828535261</id><published>2009-03-16T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:16:10.519-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisagem da janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Semana passada fui a Porto Alegre. Motivo: gravação do DVD do Pouca Vogal! O que eu não imaginava é que tudo seria tão lindo quanto foi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cenário simples e sofisticado, público árduo e em massa de todos os lugares do Brasil, as músicas mais exatas pra se tocar em duo, os meus dois ídolos em cima de um palco JUNTOS, amigos mais que queridos reunidos por um ideal... O que mais posso querer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Semana e final de semana de muita comédia... 3 dias de CIEE + Bento Gonçalves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bom demais!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém quer tomar um cafézinho??? (off)&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/6587297750826256876-8550936183828535261?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8550936183828535261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/paisagem-da-janela.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8550936183828535261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8550936183828535261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/paisagem-da-janela.html' title='Paisagem da janela'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-7728581828880382631</id><published>2009-03-09T07:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:28:21.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Surto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SbTvNG7sMFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CfwnkRnqgq8/s1600-h/535174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SbTvNG7sMFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CfwnkRnqgq8/s400/535174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311132869054967890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Num piscar de olhos, tudo se transforma...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a vida nos surpreende a cada momento, não é mesmo? Uma gota pinga e tudo pode mudar através dela. Meu ipod caiu no chão... Isso pode ter afetado todo o meu dia. A chuva, desde ontem, não deu trégua (sem o trema). E se tivesse parado? Teria alagado a minha cozinha? O leite que tomei a noite, serviu pra alguma coisa? E o sabor da melancia que eu não comi desde sábado?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O fato de eu estar aqui também pode ser arrependedor... Ou não.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá vendo? Já passou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-7728581828880382631?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/7728581828880382631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/surto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7728581828880382631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/7728581828880382631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/surto.html' title='Surto'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/SbTvNG7sMFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/CfwnkRnqgq8/s72-c/535174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-8964143117855246731</id><published>2009-03-05T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:37:05.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Luciano Leindecker está de volta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pois é. Notícia boa, não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nos dias &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; (com sessão extra às 23h neste último) de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;março&lt;/span&gt;, às 21h, no Teatro do CIEE em Porto Alegre, a galera vai poder prestigiar a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gravação&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; do "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pouca Vogal&lt;/span&gt;". Além do Gessinger e do Leindecker, a dupla contará com a presença de uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orquestra&lt;/span&gt; - Orquestra POA POPS - e a participação ilustre do irmão do Duca Leindecker, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luciano Leindecker&lt;/span&gt;. Há poucos meses, ele sofreu de um câncer na medula e "saiu de férias" para tratar deste câncer. O que os fãs não sabiam é que a recuperação seria tão rápida, o que alegrou geral o pessoal que torcia pela saúde do nosso querido músico da banda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cidadão Quem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra quem não sabe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pouca Vogal&lt;/span&gt; é um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;duo&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humberto Gessinger&lt;/span&gt; - da banda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Engenheiros do Hawaii&lt;/span&gt; - e de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duca Leindecker&lt;/span&gt; - da banda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cidadão Quem&lt;/span&gt; - , ambas bandas gaúchas. As &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;músicas&lt;/span&gt; deste duo estão disponíveis em &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.poucavogal.com.br&lt;/span&gt; e alguns vídeos de shows no site "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boas voltas ao Luciano! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-8964143117855246731?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/8964143117855246731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/luciano-leindecker-esta-de-volta.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8964143117855246731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/8964143117855246731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/luciano-leindecker-esta-de-volta.html' title='Luciano Leindecker está de volta!'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-6091116459112709537</id><published>2009-03-04T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:21:38.109-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que "mudança"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;É fato que as pessoas sentem necessidade de mudança. Isto engloba todos os tipos de mudança, seja ela: trocar o caminho da escola, pintar o cabelo de vermelho em outubro e em novembro de verde, escolher outro tipo de salada no almoço, começar uma dieta avassaladora, beber Toddy no lugar de Nescau, escutar um rock pesado em vez de um voz e violão... Mas a mudança que relato é do estado de espírito das pessoas. E eu, como boa mortal, estou sempre procurando mudar de estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Vejam o mundo com os meus olhos: se você sofresse por algum acontecimento/problema na tua vida; se você chorasse por saudade de algo ou alguém que deixou marcas na tua vida; se todos os dias, literalmente, você fosse dormir tarde, precisando estar no trabalho na primeira hora da manhã; se você (eu digo VOCÊ) esquecesse com facilidade coisas como eu esqueço... Pense num mundo totalmente igual, todos os dias na sua vida, monótono, sem vida, sem cor... Abrir todos os dias o mesmo blog, a mesma página de relacionamento, com as mesmas pessoas. Viajar para lugares iguais, de 3 em 3 meses. Ou até querer escrever sempre as mesmas coisas, nos mesmos lugares, com as mesmas fotos. PENSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A mudança é necessária. E só é TÃO necessária porque precisamos mudar, precisamos crescer, precisamos pensar diferente a cada dia, ter novas ideias e sonhos. Trocar de roupa, passar uma sombra nos olhos de cor diferente, escrever uma carta para um amigo de longe, escutar uma música digna de se ter um bom dia... Mas além de todo esse superficialismo, existe algo dentro de você que precisa de mudança e ela SEMPRE vem no momento certo. Mas não espere pela mudança, pois você precisa mudar para que ela aconteça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A palavra "mudança" me soa como algo "forte", "radical".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6587297750826256876-6091116459112709537?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/6091116459112709537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/por-que-mudanca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6091116459112709537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/6091116459112709537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/por-que-mudanca.html' title='Por que &quot;mudança&quot;?'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6587297750826256876.post-5927217848488455069</id><published>2009-03-04T22:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:00:22.359-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Testando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sa8wr_a8ZFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UmPJH0hSvIo/s1600-h/kite.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sa8wr_a8ZFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UmPJH0hSvIo/s400/kite.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309516018010055762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eu vou voando sempre nesse vendaval de palavras. A cada história que acontece vou jogando frases soltas pelo ar. E enquanto a lua inteira me telegrafar, vou deixar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Telégrafos da Lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sejam bem-vindos!&lt;br /&gt;Algumas ideias minhas, algumas fantasias, algumas músicas prediletas... Em termos gerais, postarei sobre mim e você. Ou não...&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/6587297750826256876-5927217848488455069?l=telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/feeds/5927217848488455069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/testando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/5927217848488455069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6587297750826256876/posts/default/5927217848488455069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://telegrafosdalua.blogspot.com/2009/03/testando.html' title='Testando...'/><author><name>Bruna Heller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03966463292685159635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/TONXc3rbU4I/AAAAAAAAAus/KrNe-1pwPXE/S220/4677503088_119f795d09_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__f1pdHJHtQA/Sa8wr_a8ZFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/UmPJH0hSvIo/s72-c/kite.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
