<?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-5605222241254835986</id><updated>2011-08-06T12:19:58.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernanda * Behrmann</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-7034961516669084853</id><published>2010-11-08T16:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T16:23:42.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>Hello!
Depois de um ano [ou mais], eu posto novamente! E pra falar...
Do meu sonho de consumo mais recente que até já se tornou um sonho mesmo (porquê outro dia sonhei realmente com isso)! Não é meu carro, que esse já é quase uma realidade. E éeeeee.....

&lt;strong&gt;Montesilvano!&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/TNhMtEcR8UI/AAAAAAAAANU/YNf4w7J8oCU/s1600/montesilvano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/TNhMtEcR8UI/AAAAAAAAANU/YNf4w7J8oCU/s400/montesilvano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537260079022207298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;strong&gt;Roma! &lt;/strong&gt;(Fontana di Trevi, belissima!)

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&lt;strong&gt;Roma!&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/TNhMSxkIOmI/AAAAAAAAANE/hm4teW0bisU/s1600/roma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/TNhMSxkIOmI/AAAAAAAAANE/hm4teW0bisU/s400/roma2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537259627278252642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;strong&gt;Roma!&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/TNhMC51r5kI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Q6EIn3KfOJ0/s1600/roma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/TNhMC51r5kI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Q6EIn3KfOJ0/s400/roma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537259354621470274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

É claro, depois que conseguir efetivamente minha dupla nacionalidade e consequentemente meu passaporte italiano, irei como una Braziliana!
E não poderia também deixar de conhecer Montesilvano, cidade natal da minha avó, la mia nonna... uma pacata cidadezinha localizada na Província de Abruzzo, que tenho primos brasileiros morando lá...

Até um dia, Grande Bota!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605222241254835986-7034961516669084853?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/7034961516669084853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=7034961516669084853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/7034961516669084853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/7034961516669084853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2010/11/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/TNhMtEcR8UI/AAAAAAAAANU/YNf4w7J8oCU/s72-c/montesilvano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-1778650513485067004</id><published>2009-01-14T16:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:55:15.910-03:00</updated><title type='text'>=P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SW5CNTEbntI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZBWCLeuYT3s/s1600-h/fotos+niver+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291239408431505106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SW5CNTEbntI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZBWCLeuYT3s/s400/fotos+niver+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Foto de preguicinha, despida de maquiagens e provida de olheiras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605222241254835986-1778650513485067004?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/1778650513485067004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=1778650513485067004' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/1778650513485067004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/1778650513485067004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2009/01/p.html' title='=P'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SW5CNTEbntI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZBWCLeuYT3s/s72-c/fotos+niver+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-4744051922899776188</id><published>2009-01-14T16:18:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:02:35.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poeminha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem nome, meio indigente.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem enbromation, taí:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;Não, eu não volto mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;Para sua vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;O que passou, passou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;Deixa o passado adormecer eternamente
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;Deixa que passem primaveras e invernos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;Deixa que caiam as flores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;E que elas sequem ao cair do outono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;E que sejam levadas pelo vento do esquecimento
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;E tudo acaba, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;E tudo, bem ou mal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;É finito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605222241254835986-4744051922899776188?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/4744051922899776188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=4744051922899776188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/4744051922899776188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/4744051922899776188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2009/01/poeminha.html' title='Poeminha'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-8234531238438771495</id><published>2009-01-05T16:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:42:01.771-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz ano 9 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Gentem, por indisplicência minha mesmo, tô aqui hoje postando com aquele atrasozinho básico e sempre meu, pra desejar um feliz ano nove pra o mundoooo... Ah, esse é um ano recém nascido, então vamos criá-lo da melhor maneira possível para que ele possa nos render bons frutos, como bons filhos fazem!!! &lt;/span&gt;



&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vida, amor, paz, realizações, dinheiro no bolso e muuittas farras, é claro, nunca pode faltar! Ah, faltou o desejo baiano: muita rede e água de côco pra todoss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Au revoir,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605222241254835986-8234531238438771495?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/8234531238438771495/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=8234531238438771495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/8234531238438771495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/8234531238438771495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-ano-9.html' title='Feliz ano 9 !'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-8139570154416945020</id><published>2008-12-11T17:01:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:35:17.247-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimosidades pra vocês, meus caros!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mais uma vez acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E uma vez que sempre acabará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fica o saudosismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ficam os planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Estes que também, hora ou outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Haverão de findar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pra que venham outros, e mais outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sucessivos outros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dedico a quem? a muitos, sem ordem de importância; áqueles com os quais eu mais me importo... áqueles que realmente farão falta em minhas manhãs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramirez Izabella Danilo Priscila Ana Alexandre Débora Luciana Kleber Juliana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;gente, esqueci alguém??? cês sabem que eu sou lerdinha né?!&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/5605222241254835986-8139570154416945020?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/8139570154416945020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=8139570154416945020' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/8139570154416945020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/8139570154416945020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2008/12/mimosidades-pra-vocs-meus-caros.html' title='Mimosidades pra vocês, meus caros!'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-5899835966425941915</id><published>2008-11-28T10:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:57:02.361-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1º pessoa do plural, por hoje</title><content type='html'>a text my:

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Quando deixamos de lado a escuridão que circunda a nossa vida desde que nascemos, quando ainda somos animais providos de pouca inteligência e muita dependência, deixamos de lado também as "trevas da ignorância" e passamos a desenvolver uma coisa que sempre nos será útil e necessária: a nossa massa encefálica; consequentemente, desenvolvem-se também nossa linguagem e discernimento (acontece muito em alguns, pouco em outros e ainda há aqueles com os quais nunca acontece). A partir disto, aprendemos a usar mais verbo que brutalidade, mais silêncio que grito, este, que quando exercido, nos faz voltar a um passado bem distante de nosso presente: retornamos ao estado de &lt;em&gt;australopithecus&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;homo herectus&lt;/em&gt; (mas nunca sapiens) no instante exato em que está prestes a agarrar e devorar sua presa, ao estado de animal selvagem que luta de forma desesperada pela sobrevivência, e deixamos de lado a sensibilidade, aquela que torna seres humanos em "humanos" e destingue-os das demais espécies. Aqueles com os quais ocorre esta fase de transição, adquirem inteligência para os tornar, agora sim, seres pensantes, o que os torna também seres aprazíveis, seres questionadores, seres mutáveis, seres receptivos, seres tolerantes (isto em todos os sentidos da tolerância, seja ela racial - se é que isto realmente existe -, sexual, econômica, cultural, religiosa), seres, seres, seres, sem "eis a questão" e providos de certezas ; isto é o que nos livra de conceituar antecipadamente e nos traz o entendimento para tudo aquilo o que precisa ser entendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Agora, falando na primeira do singular, Eu desejo a todos, inclusive a mim, o melhor: a "idade da luz"!&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/5605222241254835986-5899835966425941915?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/5899835966425941915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=5899835966425941915' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/5899835966425941915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/5899835966425941915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-pessoa-do-plural-por-hoje.html' title='1º pessoa do plural, por hoje'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-4099547766797538104</id><published>2008-11-27T13:33:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:12:26.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.shopshuelps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SS7SYBcvwAI/AAAAAAAAADk/2rnBq3Q-EIg/s1600-h/Z1aiv0ne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273383523845128194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SS7SYBcvwAI/AAAAAAAAADk/2rnBq3Q-EIg/s400/Z1aiv0ne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Agora sim, sinto-me em meu estado normal, aliás, normalíssimo. Apesar das preocupações que andam á minha espreita como fantasmas nas sombras, hoje me desloquei aqui do setor qualquer um (tem tantos em brasília, o que importa?!), em horário de expediente, óbvio, e fui - na verdade deveria ser um ''fomos'', mas o blog é meu, porra, então eu tô a fim da 1º pessoa - almoçar lá no fausto, depois de tanto tempo com aquele baião de dois, que na realidade é mais um baião de quatro, nos pensamentos consumíveis. E é claro, ir no fausto e não tomar nem um chopezinho não tem graça. Horário de expediente? Eu ia trabalhar depois? Os clientes sentiriam uma alegria "semi-presencial" em mim? AHHHH, foda-se. Que seria da vida se não fossem as loucuras, mesmo que pequenas?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, tem um trechinho de uma música que ronda meus pensamentos irritante, insistentemente (na verdade, ela toda, mas só vou colocar o trecho; se quiser o resto googleia):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Meus olhos, famintos, não se cansam de te acariciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Procuram sempre um novo ângulo pra te admirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E sonham mergulhar na sua boca de vulcão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Provar todo o calor que há na sua erupção..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;(vermelho combina!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, não fosse a sordidez...&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/5605222241254835986-4099547766797538104?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/4099547766797538104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=4099547766797538104' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/4099547766797538104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/4099547766797538104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopshuelps.html' title='.shopshuelps'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SS7SYBcvwAI/AAAAAAAAADk/2rnBq3Q-EIg/s72-c/Z1aiv0ne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-7359416606425811954</id><published>2008-11-25T16:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:16:38.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>blim, blém, é natal!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272675401902530626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SSxOV5pXIEI/AAAAAAAAADU/M5wg_C378bo/s320/papai-noel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Definitivamente, ninguém merece. Mal chegou o natal e a gente já tem que ficar aturando certas coisas chatas, ignóbeis, típicas dessa 'epoqueta' do ano. Uma delas está aí ao lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu acredito piamente que este papai noel seja algum idoso tarado cheio de culpa que sai distribuindo brinquedinhos pra amenizá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hohoho, foda-se bom velhinho!
&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/5605222241254835986-7359416606425811954?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/7359416606425811954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=7359416606425811954' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/7359416606425811954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/7359416606425811954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2008/11/blim-blm-natal.html' title='blim, blém, é natal!!'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SSxOV5pXIEI/AAAAAAAAADU/M5wg_C378bo/s72-c/papai-noel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-2512324873425463503</id><published>2008-11-24T16:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:59:11.749-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tinha que haver uma linha e um destaque só pra essa palavra, isso pelo misto de emoções que vieram á tona em mim hoje. A tristeza, ou insatisfação, como preferirem, se faz presente por um motivo que não vem ao caso. A felicidade, satisfação, alegria... aaah, essa é bem melhor, tá até um pouquinho menor hoje, mas foi quando tive tempo de escrever, é por minha nota na reda do enem. Depois de ter ficado quase dois meses amargurando, sofrendo... bem, exageros á parte, tava mal por que pensava ter feito uma péssima redação até que recebi a boa notícia:&lt;strong&gt; oitentinha&lt;/strong&gt; (essa também tem que ter um destaquezinho) . Nem acreditei, mas foi verdade, e é o que me faz feliz no momento. Thanks God! (nem sou muito crédula, mas tudo tá valendo nesse instante feliz! ainda bem que já já passa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605222241254835986-2512324873425463503?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/2512324873425463503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=2512324873425463503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/2512324873425463503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/2512324873425463503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-8193290207202102694</id><published>2008-11-17T16:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:29:14.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>soluções</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há algum tempo atrás, numa dessas costumeiras aulas de química&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, iniciou-se uma breve discussão á respeito de soluções e dissoluções, voltada principalmente para suas diferenças. Eu, aluna exemplar que sou e que, além disso, gosta de especificar tudo e mais um pouco, cheguei á simples conclusão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SSxDV8XdOqI/AAAAAAAAADM/FJGcuHba8Hk/s1600-h/hi-1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272663308004833954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SSxDV8XdOqI/AAAAAAAAADM/FJGcuHba8Hk/s320/hi-1043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;dissolução&lt;/strong&gt; consiste basicamente em você misturar homogeneamente um político corrupto (ou seja, a grande maioria) a um líquido extremamente ácido e corrosivo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por sua vez, a &lt;strong&gt;solução&lt;/strong&gt; consiste em misturar TODOS os políticos corruptos a um líquido extremamente ácido e corrosivo (desta vez, muito líquido, para ser o suficiente para todos e não sobrar nenhum!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mmm, tirei o dia pra falar besteira. Imaginem se eu deixar um espacinho e falar da minha teoria sobre a dialética Marxista?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605222241254835986-8193290207202102694?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/8193290207202102694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=8193290207202102694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/8193290207202102694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/8193290207202102694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2008/11/solues.html' title='soluções'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SSxDV8XdOqI/AAAAAAAAADM/FJGcuHba8Hk/s72-c/hi-1043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-934441332149544880</id><published>2008-10-31T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:13:21.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de mês!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E daqui a mais uns dois, tudo acaba! O que sentir??? acho que alívio mesmo, porquê o cansaço deixa pra o fim do ano que vem ... Tô postando quase nada aqui, "bandunei" meu lixinho virtual um pouquinho, mas por um motivo nobre: a leitura. Sim, meus caros, estou lendo; um livro por sinal muito bom do Llosa: &lt;strong&gt;Pantaleão e as visitadoras&lt;/strong&gt;, um "cara" (não lembro o cargo dele no exército) de guerra que acaba por fazer um serviço um tanto acafetinado, mas como ainda não findei sua leitura, deixo os coments pra depois e creio eu que ela irá me render muuuuuuita diversão e boas risadas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhh, ontem eu tive uma experiência que me animou: fui até a UnB, não que eu nunca tenha ido, mas foi a primeira vez que fui em um dia que a facul estava em pleno vapor, estudantes Un-béticos (como diz meu amigo Gio) indo e vindo, tava tudo lindo, aquele clima de faculdade que só existe ali por este ser diferente de todos os outros campus universitários que eu já conheci. Agora decidi: quero UnB, o que antes não queria. Dedicação Fernanda! Vamo tocar o pau estudando e é isso aí! um dia vc passa!! (hahaha) E como lá NÃO tem moda (absurdoooooo), lá vou eu pra odisséia da indecisão novamente, o que não é de todo verídico, porquê vou fazer vestibular pra&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; museologia, curso que terá seu primeiro vestibular no 2º semestre do ano que vem, e até lá fico aqui estudando e fazendo uns outros cursos e umas provas só como treineiro mesmo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SQtG1NW0A-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/9CAUeGpvGs0/s1600-h/fe.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;bisous à vous touts qui avez lu, il est clair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605222241254835986-934441332149544880?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/934441332149544880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=934441332149544880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/934441332149544880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/934441332149544880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2008/10/fim-de-ms.html' title='Fim de mês!!!'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SQtG1NW0A-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/9CAUeGpvGs0/s72-c/fe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-2031836544264326310</id><published>2008-10-16T10:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:31:55.514-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recarregada no sotaque!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Há algum tempo atrás, nem lembro mais quanto, estava eu lá na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bahia&lt;/span&gt;, há alguns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quilômetros&lt;/span&gt; de sua bela capital, especificamente em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Guarajuba&lt;/span&gt;. Bom, o fato é que eu fiquei num &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;resort&lt;/span&gt; que servia basicamente comida Portuguesa (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acarajé&lt;/span&gt; que é bom, só um dia!), e por sinal deliciosa.. mas deixando de lado os dotes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gastronômicos&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;resort&lt;/span&gt;, minha verdadeira vontade era recarregar meu sotaque, que estava com um certo tom brasiliense, coisa que não foi possível, pelo fato de haver pouquíssimos baianos originais por lá (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;); os poucos eram funcionários do Vila Galé, que eu fiz questão, faladeira que sou, de sair trocando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;papos&lt;/span&gt; com a maioria, os outros, hóspedes, eram de todo canto... Tinha gente daqui de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bsb&lt;/span&gt; mesmo, do Pará, Rio e até do Amazonas, creiam!! Só sei que foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;muuito&lt;/span&gt; bom e, sem mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;enbromations&lt;/span&gt;, segue uma foto tirada por lá (que eu gosto bastante, como todas as outras, estranha!): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão não é a falta de gente para conversar,namorar, passear ou fazer sexo...Isto é carência! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão não é o sentimento que experimentamos pela ausênciade entes queridos que não podem mais voltar...Isto é saudade!
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão não é o retiro voluntário que a gente se impõe,às vezes para realinhar os pensamentos...Isto é equilíbrio!
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solidão não é o claustro involuntário que o destino nos impõe compulsoriamente...Isto é um princípio da natureza!
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Solidão não é o vazio de gente ao nosso lado...Isto é circunstância!
Solidão é muito mais do que isto...
Solidão é quando nos perdemos de nós mesmos e procuramos em vão pela nossa alm&lt;/span&gt;a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605222241254835986-8796075832487331398?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/8796075832487331398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=8796075832487331398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/8796075832487331398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/8796075832487331398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2008/10/solido-por-chico-buarque.html' title='CHICO'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SO9k41ty_JI/AAAAAAAAABo/GfI0A7UaPZ4/s72-c/chico+buarque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605222241254835986.post-3318021274289368699</id><published>2008-10-01T17:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:52:31.398-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Besteiras para introdução...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SOPhWMgBquI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8tHyXh7MF4s/s1600-h/fefefe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252289361873054434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SOPhWMgBquI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8tHyXh7MF4s/s320/fefefe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hihi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Éé... blog novinho, novinho em folha, que fiz por uma questão de enjôo, sabe? Enfim, enjoei do orkut, que, a princípio, me desvirtuava de outras tarefas mais necessárias e importantes, e que agora, pra mim, nada mais é que uma pagineca internáutica pouco útil, exceto pelo contato que mantenho com alguns amigos distantes e blábláblá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem mais rodeios, blog querido, prometo não fazer de você uma página inútil cheia de frufrus e laçarotes, mas, algumas vezes, quando me bater na telha, falar de algumas coisas que eu considere importantes ou úteis e sei lá mais o quê..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto á foto aí de cima, nada tem a ver com nada que escrevi; é uma daquelas que a gente tira quando tá de bobeira, sem mais o que fazer e com uma câmera na mão.. e eu gostei dessa, não sei porquê, apesar de estranha! Ah, e quanto aos erros de português, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;deixa para os portugueses mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&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/5605222241254835986-3318021274289368699?l=fbehrmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/feeds/3318021274289368699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605222241254835986&amp;postID=3318021274289368699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/3318021274289368699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605222241254835986/posts/default/3318021274289368699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fbehrmann.blogspot.com/2008/10/besteiras-para-introduo.html' title='Besteiras para introdução...'/><author><name>Fernanda Behrmann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14709481752402341913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/S9-O1znAQLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JrlCBsennC8/S220/CIMG0674.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rTkI8vc2haY/SOPhWMgBquI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8tHyXh7MF4s/s72-c/fefefe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
