<?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-1206885652401104156</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:50:24.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monalisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165554213044489286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TU5-V1K0I/AAAAAAAAACw/-0ONOj8AtDk/S220/130904.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1206885652401104156.post-4811541775599326268</id><published>2012-01-05T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:25:36.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É como se eu fosse duas...&lt;br /&gt;metade de mim sofre,&lt;br /&gt;metade salva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me diga que preciso mudar.&lt;br /&gt;De vida, rumo e endereço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São apenas lágrimas pra uns&lt;br /&gt;e mais do que um apenas pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu espelho não tem reflexo&lt;br /&gt;é uma sombra que envolve o olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das minhas metades, preciso escolher uma.&lt;br /&gt;Me escolho dobrado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1206885652401104156-4811541775599326268?l=indian-jealousy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/feeds/4811541775599326268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1206885652401104156&amp;postID=4811541775599326268' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/4811541775599326268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/4811541775599326268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-como-se-eu-fosse-duas.html' title=''/><author><name>Monalisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165554213044489286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TU5-V1K0I/AAAAAAAAACw/-0ONOj8AtDk/S220/130904.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1206885652401104156.post-8011188653265044216</id><published>2012-01-04T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:35:46.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-xo8GjmNyA/TwTSRcUKnKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EpSF1IyBAIA/s1600/DSCN1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693907026003532962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-xo8GjmNyA/TwTSRcUKnKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EpSF1IyBAIA/s320/DSCN1490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu Abismo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as ações são dedicadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meus atos são fatos sem evidências.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Provar do pior veneno é seguir ao contrário,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ir andando pra trás...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero sentir o frio e o calor sem exageros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a medida certa na pele... a minha pele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou saltar de olhos fechados, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esperando você...&lt;br /&gt;esperando seus medos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esperando a paciência ir embora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando tudo for dito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vamos embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada um pro seu abismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1206885652401104156-8011188653265044216?l=indian-jealousy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/feeds/8011188653265044216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1206885652401104156&amp;postID=8011188653265044216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/8011188653265044216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/8011188653265044216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/2012/01/meu-abismo.html' title=''/><author><name>Monalisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165554213044489286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TU5-V1K0I/AAAAAAAAACw/-0ONOj8AtDk/S220/130904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-xo8GjmNyA/TwTSRcUKnKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/EpSF1IyBAIA/s72-c/DSCN1490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1206885652401104156.post-833196258981827939</id><published>2010-08-19T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:13:39.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a cidadania</title><content type='html'>Lígia Coelho :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cidadania é conquista individual apenas se se fundamentar no coletivo social; que esse fundamentar implica num engajar-se na classe social ou categoria profissional a que se pertence e que participação, autonomia, crítica e criação são princípios inseparáveis nessa conquista que pressupõe ainda não só direitos, mas deveres para esse grupo no qual se insere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Regina Pereira de Andrade:&lt;br /&gt;cidadania é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[...] a dimensão de participação/inclusão na e responsabilidade pela vida social e política (espaço público local, regional, nacional, global...), e através da qual a reivindicação, o exercício e a proteção de direitos, deveres e necessidades se exterioriza enquanto processo histórico de luta pela emancipação humana, ambiguamente tensionado pela regulação social."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pietro Costa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[...] a expressão 'cidadania' na linguagem comum e no léxico jurídico tradicional, designa a pertença de um indivíduo a um Estado e evoca principalmente os problemas relativos a perda e a aquisição do 'status' de cidadão. Em tempos recentes, todavia, o termo 'cidadania' tem adquirido um significado mais amplo [...]. Nesta perspectiva, convém entender como 'cidadania' a relação político fundamental, a relação e a ordem político- jurídica no qual este se insere. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celso Ribeiro de Bastos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“entende-se por nacional aquela pessoa vinculada a um Estado ou em virtude doj us&lt;br /&gt;sanguinis, ou em virtude do jus solis. […] A cidadania implica a nacionalidade, na medida em&lt;br /&gt;que todo cidadão é também nacional.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1206885652401104156-833196258981827939?l=indian-jealousy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/feeds/833196258981827939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1206885652401104156&amp;postID=833196258981827939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/833196258981827939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/833196258981827939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/2010/08/sobre-cidadania.html' title='Sobre a cidadania'/><author><name>Monalisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165554213044489286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TU5-V1K0I/AAAAAAAAACw/-0ONOj8AtDk/S220/130904.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1206885652401104156.post-386468552009995807</id><published>2010-07-08T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:21:33.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando eu nasci, eu não sabia que ia ser assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1206885652401104156-386468552009995807?l=indian-jealousy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/feeds/386468552009995807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1206885652401104156&amp;postID=386468552009995807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/386468552009995807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/386468552009995807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-eu-nasci-eu-nao-sabia-que-ia-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Monalisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165554213044489286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TU5-V1K0I/AAAAAAAAACw/-0ONOj8AtDk/S220/130904.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1206885652401104156.post-5900037295171877718</id><published>2010-02-10T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:04:23.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto de Fidelidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S3MCupT0thI/AAAAAAAAADw/xxW7RvLH5vg/s1600-h/exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+026-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436692175552558610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S3MCupT0thI/AAAAAAAAADw/xxW7RvLH5vg/s200/exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+026-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"De tudo ao meu amor serei atento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Marcus Vinicius da Cruz de Mello Moraes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1206885652401104156-5900037295171877718?l=indian-jealousy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/feeds/5900037295171877718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1206885652401104156&amp;postID=5900037295171877718' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/5900037295171877718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/5900037295171877718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/2010/02/soneto-de-fidelidade.html' title='Soneto de Fidelidade'/><author><name>Monalisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165554213044489286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TU5-V1K0I/AAAAAAAAACw/-0ONOj8AtDk/S220/130904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S3MCupT0thI/AAAAAAAAADw/xxW7RvLH5vg/s72-c/exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+026-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1206885652401104156.post-3355316576191319833</id><published>2010-02-08T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:23:48.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S3BWUfIzWmI/AAAAAAAAADo/-qGH38elZDo/s1600-h/DSC08845-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435939660191980130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S3BWUfIzWmI/AAAAAAAAADo/-qGH38elZDo/s200/DSC08845-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Que a força do medo que eu tenho, não me impeça de ver o que anseio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a morte de tudo o que acredito não me tape os ouvidos e a boca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu grito, mas a outra metade é silêncio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a música que eu ouço ao longe, seja linda, ainda que triste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a mulher que eu amo seja para sempre amada mesmo que distante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é partida, mas a outra metade é saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que as palavras que eu falo não sejam ouvidas como prece e nem repetidas com fervor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;apenas respeitadas, como a única coisa que resta a um homem inundado de sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que ouço, mas a outra metade é o que calo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que essa minha vontade de ir embora se transforme na calma e na paz que eu mereço. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que essa tensão que me corrói por dentro seja um dia recompensada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu penso, mas a outra metade é um vulcão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste e que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos suportável. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o espelho reflita em meu rosto, um doce sorriso, que me lembro ter dado na infância. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é a lembrança do que fui, a outra metade eu não sei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que não seja preciso mais do que uma simples alegria para me fazer aquietar o espírito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que o teu silêncio me fale cada vez mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é abrigo, mas a outra metade é cansaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a arte nos aponte uma resposta, mesmo que ela não saiba. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que ninguém a tente complicar porque é preciso simplicidade para fazê-la florescer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é platéia e a outra metade é canção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que a minha loucura seja perdoada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque metade de mim é amor,e a outra metade...também."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ferreira Gullar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1206885652401104156-3355316576191319833?l=indian-jealousy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/feeds/3355316576191319833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1206885652401104156&amp;postID=3355316576191319833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/3355316576191319833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/3355316576191319833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/2010/02/metade.html' title='Metade'/><author><name>Monalisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165554213044489286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TU5-V1K0I/AAAAAAAAACw/-0ONOj8AtDk/S220/130904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S3BWUfIzWmI/AAAAAAAAADo/-qGH38elZDo/s72-c/DSC08845-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1206885652401104156.post-6329880136974548728</id><published>2010-01-29T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:30:35.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha teoria do não objeto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S2LGyr1l8CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7CslqOKPJ3k/s1600-h/curinga+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432122674625507362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S2LGyr1l8CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7CslqOKPJ3k/s200/curinga+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Começo a acreditar nos remédios...&lt;br /&gt;Nas bombas naturais, o mundo em chamas.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo chora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que as instalações, esculturas de Rodin, teorias de superfície da imagem são agora? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Começo a acreditar nos remédios, a fulga do nosso presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora começo a entender ...&lt;br /&gt;Meus objetos existem, mas não se podem ver, as consequências que são visíveis...&lt;br /&gt;Entre eles existem o espaço, a dimensão, o caos.&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo chora...&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/1206885652401104156-6329880136974548728?l=indian-jealousy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/feeds/6329880136974548728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1206885652401104156&amp;postID=6329880136974548728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/6329880136974548728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/6329880136974548728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/2010/01/minha-teoria-do-nao-objeto.html' title='Minha teoria do não objeto.'/><author><name>Monalisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165554213044489286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TU5-V1K0I/AAAAAAAAACw/-0ONOj8AtDk/S220/130904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S2LGyr1l8CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/7CslqOKPJ3k/s72-c/curinga+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1206885652401104156.post-8979495388375340057</id><published>2010-01-22T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:39:10.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"Devem-se escolher os amigos pela beleza, os conhecidos pelo caráter e os inimigos pela inteligência."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oscar Wilde)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1206885652401104156-8979495388375340057?l=indian-jealousy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/feeds/8979495388375340057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1206885652401104156&amp;postID=8979495388375340057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/8979495388375340057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/8979495388375340057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Monalisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165554213044489286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TU5-V1K0I/AAAAAAAAACw/-0ONOj8AtDk/S220/130904.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1206885652401104156.post-446045162270377883</id><published>2010-01-18T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:32:09.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanga ti feo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TTS4NQEdI/AAAAAAAAACg/h-fk79S0nQk/s1600-h/m%C3%A3e+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428195772167360978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TTS4NQEdI/AAAAAAAAACg/h-fk79S0nQk/s200/m%C3%A3e+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pagueni cabena espadaguime&lt;br /&gt;Pagueni cabena neshalulu&lt;br /&gt;Jushila kar de nanga espidolo&lt;br /&gt;Jushila kar de nanga espidolo&lt;br /&gt;Nanga ti feo, ti feo ninameni&lt;br /&gt;Neguidubi das indommen&lt;br /&gt;Neseshedanameni&lt;br /&gt;Nanga ti feo, ti feo ninameni&lt;br /&gt;Neguidubi das indommen&lt;br /&gt;Neseshedanameni&lt;br /&gt;Si alguien te habla de mi, mi negrita&lt;br /&gt;Si alguien te habla de mi en tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;Diles que yo soy tu negro santo&lt;br /&gt;Diles que yo soy tu negro santo&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy un feo, un feo que sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;Con todo su corazon y que no te ha de olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy un feo, un feo que sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;Con todo su corazon y que no te ha de olvidar..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Camila)&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/1206885652401104156-446045162270377883?l=indian-jealousy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/feeds/446045162270377883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1206885652401104156&amp;postID=446045162270377883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/446045162270377883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/446045162270377883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/2010/01/nanga-ti-feo.html' title='Nanga ti feo'/><author><name>Monalisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165554213044489286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TU5-V1K0I/AAAAAAAAACw/-0ONOj8AtDk/S220/130904.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TTS4NQEdI/AAAAAAAAACg/h-fk79S0nQk/s72-c/m%C3%A3e+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1206885652401104156.post-7849326869263044931</id><published>2010-01-07T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T05:14:33.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angra dos Reis</title><content type='html'>"Há duas formas para viver a sua vida: Uma é acreditar que não existe milagre. A outra é acreditar que todas as coisas são um milagre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Albert_Einstein/"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1206885652401104156-7849326869263044931?l=indian-jealousy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/feeds/7849326869263044931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1206885652401104156&amp;postID=7849326869263044931' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/7849326869263044931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1206885652401104156/posts/default/7849326869263044931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-jealousy.blogspot.com/2010/01/angra-dos-reis.html' title='Angra dos Reis'/><author><name>Monalisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18165554213044489286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypAgJ_H2OB8/S1TU5-V1K0I/AAAAAAAAACw/-0ONOj8AtDk/S220/130904.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
