<?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-2488120927595850852</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:06:00.053-02:00</updated><category term='Tweets'/><category term='6 coisas'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='Viagens'/><category term='Algumas poucas vezes na vida'/><category term='Dia de festa'/><category term='Lugares'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Dia-a-dia'/><category term='De outros autores'/><category term='Receitas'/><category term='Fragmentos'/><category term='Sobre o blog'/><title type='text'>Fragmentos de uma vida</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-7065073078222937657</id><published>2012-01-30T23:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T23:06:00.105-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><title type='text'>Bolo verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FNHXuvjsdc/TwCZFn9BKcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qqJSNNo6SI4/s1600/bolo+verde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FNHXuvjsdc/TwCZFn9BKcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qqJSNNo6SI4/s200/bolo+verde.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 caixa de bolo pronto para preparo sabor laranja ou limão (preste atenção também nos ingredientes necessários para preparar esse bolo de caixinha);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 pacote de gelatina de limão;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 pote de iogurte natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cobertura&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 lata de leite condensado;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Suco de 1 limão (ou 2, se você gostar da cobertura mais azedinha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Modo de preparo&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prepare o bolo seguindo as instruções da caixinha. Adicione à massa pronta a gelatina de limão, o iogurte e misture até que a massa fique homogênea. Coloque numa forma untada e leve ao forno médio por uns 30 minutos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cobertura&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Misture bem o leite condensado com o suco de limão e coloque sobre o bolo ainda quente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-7065073078222937657?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7065073078222937657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=7065073078222937657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7065073078222937657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7065073078222937657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2012/01/bolo-verde.html' title='Bolo verde'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FNHXuvjsdc/TwCZFn9BKcI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qqJSNNo6SI4/s72-c/bolo+verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-8575582996571776144</id><published>2012-01-23T23:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:06:00.875-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><title type='text'>Pastel ao forno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Massa de pastel;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Molho de tomate; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Presunto;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muçarela;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fatias de tomate;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Milho;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sal;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orégano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Modo de preparo&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abra a massa de pastel e passe um pouco de molho de tomate. Coloque o presunto, a muçarela, o milho, o tomate, o sal e o orégano. Enrole como se fosse um rocambole. Com um garfo, feche os dois lados. Coloque numa assadeira e leve ao forno até dourar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa é só uma sugestão de recheio, dá pra fazer com várias outras coisas, como atum, salsicha, frango... enfim, pode colocar o que você gostar e a imaginação permitir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom apetite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-8575582996571776144?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8575582996571776144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=8575582996571776144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8575582996571776144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8575582996571776144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2012/01/pastel-ao-forno.html' title='Pastel ao forno'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4771404075056114075</id><published>2012-01-16T23:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:06:00.715-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><title type='text'>Brigadeiro</title><content type='html'>Doce típico brasileiro, daqueles de que sentimos falta quando estamos fora do Brasil, e base para a receita de vários outros doces :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quiHZJ8mMcM/TwCVnxYxSZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/e_9J6eYZnxA/s1600/brigadeiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quiHZJ8mMcM/TwCVnxYxSZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/e_9J6eYZnxA/s200/brigadeiro.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lata de leite condensado;&lt;br /&gt;1 colher de sopa de margarina;&lt;br /&gt;4 colheres de sopa de chocolate em pó;&lt;br /&gt;Quantidade necessária de chocolate granulado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Modo de preparo&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Modo 1 (na panela):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coloque em uma panela o leite condensado, a margarina e o chocolate. Leve ao fogo mexendo sempre até desgrudar do fundo da panela. Retire do fogo e coloque em um recipiente untado com margarina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Modo 2 (no microondas):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coloque o leite condensado, a margarina e o chocolate em um recipiente de vidro. Mexa e leve ao microondas por 2 minutos na potência alta. Retire e mexa. Depois vá colocando de 1 em 1 minuto, sempre retirando do microondas e mexendo até ficar no ponto que dê para fazer uma bolinha (ao todo, mais ou menos 8 minutos). Coloque em um recipiente ou prato untado com margarina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para servir, pode comer com a colher mesmo ou fazer bolinhas, passar no chocolate granulado e colocar em forminhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom apetite! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4771404075056114075?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4771404075056114075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4771404075056114075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4771404075056114075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4771404075056114075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2012/01/brigadeiro.html' title='Brigadeiro'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quiHZJ8mMcM/TwCVnxYxSZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/e_9J6eYZnxA/s72-c/brigadeiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-7859575071558311922</id><published>2012-01-09T23:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:06:00.681-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><title type='text'>Macarrão com atum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pessoal! Esse é um prato que eu faço muitas vezes que tenho que comer sozinha e estou com preguiça de cozinhar ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredientes &lt;/u&gt;(para porção individual):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;100g de macarrão (na verdade, uso aquele macarrão de miojo, um retângulo dá certinho para mim);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1/2 lata de atum (eu gosto mais do sólido, ficam mais pedacinhos);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 colher de sopa de requeijão;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 fatias de muçarela;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Creme de leite a gosto;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sal a gosto;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pimenta a gosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Modo de preparo&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em uma panela, coloque a água para ferver. Quando estiver fervendo, coloque um fio de óleo e um pouco de sal. Acrescente o macarrão e mexa para não grudar. Quando estiver no ponto de que gostar, escorra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Molho&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coloque em um prato o atum, o requeijão, o creme de leite, o sal e a pimenta. Misture. Coloque a muçarela por cima e leve ao microondas por 30 segundos. Depois, coloque o macarrão cozido e misture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom apetite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-7859575071558311922?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7859575071558311922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=7859575071558311922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7859575071558311922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7859575071558311922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2012/01/macarrao-com-atum.html' title='Macarrão com atum'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4613703567867380095</id><published>2012-01-05T23:54:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:54:14.624-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>São Paulo, 05 de janeiro de 2012.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje parecia ser um dia normal... tudo bem que acordei com mais sono do que ultimamente, mesmo tendo ido dormir mais cedo ontem... mas, venci a preguiça e fui trabalhar no horário... com as férias, não tem transito e eu chego bem cedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi um dia normal, até a hora de ir embora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saí 5 ou 10 minutos mais tarde e perdi o bus que pedo sempre... passaram uns 3 Armênias, mas fiquei esperando um Paraíso. O tempo estava fechado e quase peguei um Armênia mesmo. No fim, desisti e continuei esperando, mas... começou a chover :( e não passava mais nenhum ônibus. Finalmente chegou um Armênia mega lotado. Entrei e fiquei espremida. A chuva não parava e alagou tudo. Já tinha ouvido falar que o Tamboré alagava, mas não imaginava que era tanto. Alguns carros começaram a boiar e bater uns nos outros; as pessoas estavam em pé em cima dos banquinhos do ponto; as pessoas do bus ligando pra outras pessoas para contar o que acontecia (algumas pessoas meio exageradas...), pessoas tirando foto e filmando... caos na terra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de muito tempo, a água baixou e o ônibus saiu... o trânsito até que estava bom... cheguei em casa com fome, cansada, com as pernas doendo, molhada, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, depois, assisti à final do carioca masculino de vôlei e mais um dia estou indo dormir tarde :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim, um dia um tanto diferente... cheio de aventuras... mas sobrevivi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4613703567867380095?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4613703567867380095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4613703567867380095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4613703567867380095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4613703567867380095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2012/01/sao-paulo-05-de-janeiro-de-2012.html' title='São Paulo, 05 de janeiro de 2012.'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4097116110828623839</id><published>2012-01-04T23:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:54:43.057-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros autores'/><title type='text'>Palavra de Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se ressuscitastes com Cristo, buscai as coisas do alto, onde Cristo está entronizado à direita de Deus.” (Cl 3,1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janeiro de 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas palavras, dirigidas por são Paulo à comunidade de Colossos, revelam a existência de um mundo no qual reina o amor verdadeiro, a comunhão perfeita, a justiça, a paz, a santidade, a alegria; um mundo onde o pecado e a corrupção já não podem ingressar, um mundo onde a vontade do Pai é realizada com perfeição. É o mundo ao qual pertence Jesus. É o mundo que Ele, passando pela dura prova da Paixão, abriu totalmente para nós com a sua ressurreição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Se ressuscitastes com Cristo, buscai as coisas do alto, onde Cristo está entronizado à direita de Deus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto – como afirma são Paulo – nós não somos apenas chamados ao mundo de Cristo, mas já pertencemos a Ele. A fé nos diz que mediante o batismo nós somos inseridos Nele e, por isso, participamos da sua vida, dos seus dons, da sua herança, da sua vitória sobre o pecado e sobre as forças do mal: nós, de fato, ressuscitamos com Ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, diversamente das almas santas que já alcançaram a meta, a nossa pertença a este mundo de Cristo não é ainda plena e manifesta, nem tampouco estável e definitiva. Enquanto vivermos nesta terra estaremos expostos a mil perigos, dificuldades e tentações que podem fazer-nos vacilar, podem frear a nossa caminhada ou até mesmo desviá-la para falsas metas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Se ressuscitastes com Cristo, buscai as coisas do alto, onde Cristo está entronizado à direita de Deus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compreende-se então a exortação do Apóstolo: “Procurai as coisas do alto”. Isto é, procurai sair deste mundo – não no sentido material mas espiritual – abandonando as regras e as paixões do mundo para deixar-se guiar em todas as situações pelos pensamentos e sentimentos de Jesus. Com efeito, “as coisas do alto” indicam a lei do alto, a lei do Reino dos céus que Jesus trouxe à terra e quer que realizemos desde já.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Se ressuscitastes com Cristo, buscai as coisas do alto, onde Cristo está entronizado à direita de Deus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como viver então esta Palavra de Vida? Ela nos alerta contra a tentação de ficarmos satisfeitos com uma vida medíocre, feita de meias medidas e ambiguidades, e nos estimula – com a graça de Deus – a aderir à lei de Cristo com a nossa vida. Impele-nos a viver e a nos empenharmos em testemunhar no nosso ambiente os valores que Jesus trouxe à terra: o serviço aos irmãos, a compreensão e o perdão, a honestidade, a justiça, a retidão no nosso trabalho, a fidelidade, a pureza, o respeito pela vida, o espírito de concórdia e de paz etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trata-se, como se vê, de um programa vasto quanto a vida; por isso – para não ficarmos apenas em considerações abstratas – procuremos colocar em prática durante este mês aquela lei de Cristo que é a síntese de todas as outras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que modo? Reconhecendo o próprio Jesus em cada irmão e irmã e colocando-se a seu serviço. Não é exatamente isso que nos será pedido ao término da nossa existência terrena?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiara Lubich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta Palavra de Vida foi publicada originalmente em abril de 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.focolare.org/pt/news/2012/01/01/%C2%ABse-dunque-siete-risorti-con-cristo-cercate-le-cose-di-lassu-dove-si-trova-cristo-assiso-alla-destra-di-dio%C2%BB-col-31/ , acessado em 01/01/2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4097116110828623839?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4097116110828623839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4097116110828623839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4097116110828623839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4097116110828623839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2012/01/palavra-de-vida.html' title='Palavra de Vida'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-7110738550784670207</id><published>2012-01-02T22:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:15:02.246-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>São Paulo, 02 de janeiro de 2012.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, hoje é a primeira segunda-feira do ano! Foi ótima, um dia de boa, já que não trabalhei e fiquei morgando... acordei tarde e fiz bem poucas coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, fui na Segunda na Paulista, uma coisa que eu não fazia há bastante tempo... foi legal, tinham três pessoas novas e depois saímos para comer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E essa foi minha primeira segunda do mês, sem muitas emoções...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-7110738550784670207?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7110738550784670207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=7110738550784670207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7110738550784670207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7110738550784670207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2012/01/sao-paulo-02-de-janeiro-de-2012.html' title='São Paulo, 02 de janeiro de 2012.'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4912047729178917288</id><published>2012-01-01T14:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:50:18.427-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Bem-vindo 2012!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E mais um ano começa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que 2012, diferente dos meus últimos três anos, não será um ano de muitas mudanças, pelo menos na vida de rotina... pretendo continuar no mesmo trabalho, continuar fazendo inglês (e terminar, finalmente \o/), fazer as&amp;nbsp; coisas do Movimento dos Focolares...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não vou escrever sobre planos para 2012... quero que seja um ano de surpresas, porque é mais divertido... e vamos ver o que vem pela frente!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4912047729178917288?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4912047729178917288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4912047729178917288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4912047729178917288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4912047729178917288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2012/01/bem-vindo-2012.html' title='Bem-vindo 2012!!!'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-6768938741231629055</id><published>2011-12-31T23:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:59:01.685-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Tchau, 2011!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, well, well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2011 chega ao fim... para mim, foi um ano ótimo \o/ Mudei de trabalho duas vezes, fui pra Veneza, fiz novos amigos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na virada de 2010 para 2011, eu estava na Mariápolis Ginetta, no congresso gen nacional, com outras centenas de pessoas. Me lembro particularmente de que com a minha amiga Mari, fizemos pedidos para 2011. O meu pedido foi conseguir um bom trabalho:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois, muitas coisas aconteceram... em janeiro continuei trabalhando com os Seboks, mas foi meu último mês. Em fevereiro, comecei a procurar um novo emprego e em março comecei a trabalhar no ICE (Instituto Italiano para o Comércio Exterior). Fiquei lá apenas dois meses porque no final de março a Panini me ligou, fiz entrevista no começo de abril e comecei a trabalhar no dia 02 de maio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trabalho novo, ritmo novo, relacionamentos novos... depois de um tempo, corte de cabelo novo também :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E as coisas não mudaram apenas no trabalho... na vida gen, unidade nova :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não vou escrever muito mais... 2011 foi ótimo, com muitas alegrias, caídas, recomeços...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E que venha 2012!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feliz Ano Novo, pessoas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-6768938741231629055?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6768938741231629055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6768938741231629055' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6768938741231629055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6768938741231629055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/12/tchau-2011.html' title='Tchau, 2011!!!'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4943824299403184332</id><published>2011-12-30T23:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:36:00.648-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas que eu quero fazer - Parte 2 - 30/12/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Ir para o genfest 2012.&lt;br /&gt;2- Ir a um jogo do Brasil na Copa de 2014.&lt;br /&gt;3- Ir a uma Olimpíada.&lt;br /&gt;4- Comer uma caixa de bis de uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;5- Pular de paraquedas.&lt;br /&gt;6- Conhecer todos os estados do Brasil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4943824299403184332?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4943824299403184332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4943824299403184332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4943824299403184332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4943824299403184332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/12/seis-coisas-que-eu-quero-fazer-parte-2.html' title='Seis coisas que eu quero fazer - Parte 2 - 30/12/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-6299840866291819290</id><published>2011-12-27T19:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:24:28.526-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ultimamente, minhas postagens têm começado com "me blog está abandonado"... o que é uma verdade... fazer o quê?? É a vida... desde que comecei a trabalhar na Panini, em maio, não consigo organizar o meu tempo para fazer todas as coisas que gostaria de fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, hoje cheguei em casa cedo!!! E até me animei a preparar esta postagem :) Talvez também porque é final de ano e nessa época ficamos animados, fazendo mil planos para o próximo ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu queria ter escrito sobre a minha viagem para Veneza, mas acho que já passou muito tempo, então, não vou prometer nada... também não vou dizer que vou tentar atualizar o blog com mais frequência porque pode ser uma mentira, já que, às vezes, até tenho um tempinho livre, mas fico com preguiça... preguiça de ligar o note (depois que comprei o iphone, meu note fica mais no armário do que fora dele...), de pensar no que escrever, de bolar o texto, de procurar fotos... I wish I was not lazzy... porque isso faz com que eu deixe de fazer muitas coisas que deveriam ser feitas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porém, quero escrever uma postagem de final de ano... portanto, espero que essa não seja a última :) Aguardem!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-6299840866291819290?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6299840866291819290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6299840866291819290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6299840866291819290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6299840866291819290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-1798242726574020423</id><published>2011-10-01T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T22:06:00.210-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>O Restaurante no Fim do Universo (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXezII_AyaI/Tn-s9V5ev5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/cyBz4Oy2hAs/s1600/o+restaurante+no+fim+do+universo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXezII_AyaI/Tn-s9V5ev5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/cyBz4Oy2hAs/s320/o+restaurante+no+fim+do+universo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Título Original: &lt;i&gt;The Restaurant at the End of the Universe&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Autor: Douglas Adams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tradutor: Carlos Irineu da Costa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Revisores: Antônio dos Prazeres e Sérgio Bellinello Soares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Editora: Sextante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Guerra? - disse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- É! - O Número Dois olhava desdenhosamente para Ford.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Contra o continente vizinho?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- É! Guerra Total! A guerra que vai acabar com todas as guerras!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mas não há nninguém morando lá!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse é o volume dois da série &lt;i&gt;O Mochileiro das Galáxias&lt;/i&gt;. A ironia continua, juntamente com a aventura dos quatro protagonistas que em determinado momento da história se separam. Eles ultrapassam as barreiras do tempo e do espaço e vão parar em lugares inesperados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui, há uma revelação muito interessante sobre a os antepassados dos seres humanos. Mais uma vez, a história nos leva a pensar em todas as coisas que julgamos importantes e, por vezes, faz com que nos sintamos idiotas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vale a pena ler e refletir mais um pouco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-1798242726574020423?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1798242726574020423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=1798242726574020423' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1798242726574020423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1798242726574020423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-restaurante-no-fim-do-universo-2010.html' title='O Restaurante no Fim do Universo (2010)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hXezII_AyaI/Tn-s9V5ev5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/cyBz4Oy2hAs/s72-c/o+restaurante+no+fim+do+universo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5244587058986012881</id><published>2011-09-30T20:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:06:00.704-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de festa'/><title type='text'>Dia do Tradutor</title><content type='html'>E hoje é dia do Tradutor!!!&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns para todos nós \o/ (mesmo aos tradutores só como formação...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-5244587058986012881?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5244587058986012881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5244587058986012881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5244587058986012881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5244587058986012881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/09/dia-do-tradutor.html' title='Dia do Tradutor'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-8478050615007877346</id><published>2011-09-25T19:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:47:48.403-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Uma atualizada rápida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E o meu blog continua abandonado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A primeira postagem de setembro em pleno dia 25, quase no fim do mês...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A verdade é que minha vida anda desorganizada, e isso a torna corrida e cansativa, mas não sei o que fazer para me organizar melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passo nove horas no trabalho e umas três horas no ônibus. De segunda e quarta tenho inglês, de sexta reunião... nos meus dias livres só sinto vontade de descansar, ver tv, dormir meio cedo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por exemplo, hoje, tinha pensado em fazer milhares de coisas e, no fim, não fiz quase nada... mas tudo bem. Não estou reclamando da falta de tempo, e sim da minha própria desorganização...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem sabe um dia as coisas melhoram... e só depende de mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, vamos recomeçar e ver como as coisas vão... espero que melhorem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-8478050615007877346?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8478050615007877346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=8478050615007877346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8478050615007877346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8478050615007877346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/09/uma-atualizada-rapida.html' title='Uma atualizada rápida'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-1896056995727868843</id><published>2011-08-27T21:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:37:00.540-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>O Guia do Mochileiro das Galáxias (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTdzbjwRcAE/TlGrqJ9EZMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TWGOLiDCoQc/s1600/o+guia+do+mochileiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTdzbjwRcAE/TlGrqJ9EZMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TWGOLiDCoQc/s320/o+guia+do+mochileiro.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Título Original: &lt;i&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Autor: Douglas Adams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tradutores: Carlos Irineu da Costa e Paulo Fernando Henriques Britto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Revisores: Antonio dos Prazeres e Sérgio Bellinello Soares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Editora: Sextate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É um fato importante, e conhecido por todos, que as coisas nem sempre são o que parecem ser. Por exemplo, no planeta Terra os homens sempre se consi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;deraram mais inteligentes que os golfinhos, porque haviam criado tanta coisa -&amp;nbsp; a roda, Nova York, as guerras, etc. - , enquanto os golfinhos só sabiam nadar e se divertir. Porém, os golfinhos, por sua vez, sempre se acharam muito mais inteligentes que os homens - exatamente pelos mesmos motivos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O &lt;i&gt;Guia do Mochileiro das Galáxias&lt;/i&gt; é considerado por muitos um clássico. Então, quando vi que a coleção estava em promoção, não resisti e comprei todos os cinco livros. Ainda estou no segundo, mas gostei bastante do primeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É um livro curto, portanto pode-se terminar de lê-lo rapidamente, já que a leitura flui. Tem muitas ironias, o que me agradou particularmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Achei uma parte do começo muito legal, quando dizem que precisam destruir uma casa para um bem maior, e que o dono da casa poderia muito bem ter lido o aviso, e logo depois, é sabido que o planeta Terra precisa ser destruído por um bem maior e que os seres humanos deveriam ter lido o aviso. Genial!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O mais legal nisso tudo é que o homem não é colocado como o ser mais inteligente, muito pelo contrário e isso me fez pensar em muitas coisas que fazemos, e ver que podemos e devemos melhorar muito para nos tornarmos mais inteligentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-1896056995727868843?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1896056995727868843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=1896056995727868843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1896056995727868843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1896056995727868843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-guia-do-mochileiro-das-galaxias-2010.html' title='O Guia do Mochileiro das Galáxias (2010)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTdzbjwRcAE/TlGrqJ9EZMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TWGOLiDCoQc/s72-c/o+guia+do+mochileiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2077856917160274623</id><published>2011-08-26T21:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:49:29.924-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que eu não gosto - Parte 5 - 26/08/2011</title><content type='html'>1- De &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;quando o metrô não presta serviço até a estação que deveria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- De cebola.&lt;br /&gt;3- De chegar atrasada.&lt;br /&gt;4- De fazerem os outros esperarem.&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;De quando as pessoas deixam crachás em cima da mesa para que ninguém se sente lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;De computadores lerdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2077856917160274623?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2077856917160274623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2077856917160274623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2077856917160274623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2077856917160274623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/08/seis-coisas-de-que-eu-nao-gosto-parte-5.html' title='Seis coisas de que eu não gosto - Parte 5 - 26/08/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-7219222359421813128</id><published>2011-08-23T00:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T00:01:00.187-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de festa'/><title type='text'>3 anos do blog!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tinha deixado essa postagem programada... ainda bem que entrei a tempo de escrever algo, senão, seria publicada uma postagem só com o título.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É triste que o meu blog comprete três anos em mais uma fase abandonada. Mas, é que estou tendo pouco tempo para fazer muitas coisas, além disso, acho que não estou conseguindo administrar tão bem o meu tempo... mas espero melhorar \o/ de verdade :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim, três anos de blog!!!! Espero que dure mais um pouquinho:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E que meus poucos leitores continuem passando por aqui de vez em quando ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-7219222359421813128?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7219222359421813128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=7219222359421813128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7219222359421813128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7219222359421813128'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-9119641762550749347?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/9119641762550749347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=9119641762550749347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/9119641762550749347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/9119641762550749347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/07/feliz-aniversario-mae-e-pai.html' title='Feliz Aniversário mãe e pai!!!'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4104434392838453028</id><published>2011-06-26T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T21:25:18.554-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Muito tempo depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu blog está abandonado, assim como meu twitter e muitas outras coisas... preciso organizar melhor meu tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, hoje é um bom dia pra escrever alguma coisinha... mais um feriado acabou e a semana vai ser puxada... o importante é que o Corinthians ganhou do São Paulo de 5 a 0, isso que é começar a dificil semana com o pé direito:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4104434392838453028?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4104434392838453028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4104434392838453028' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4104434392838453028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4104434392838453028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/06/muito-tempo-depois.html' title='Muito tempo depois...'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4875331880395481756</id><published>2011-06-02T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:01:02.379-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de festa'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Rô!!!</title><content type='html'>E hoje, um Parabéns ao meu irmão Rodrigo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4875331880395481756?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4875331880395481756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4875331880395481756' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4875331880395481756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4875331880395481756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/06/parabens-ro.html' title='Parabéns Rô!!!'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-1169434678712428935</id><published>2011-05-27T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:06:00.232-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Sei cose che mi mancano - Parte 12 - 27/05/2011 - Speciale Centro Gen</title><content type='html'>1- Di abbitare con ragazze da altri posti.&lt;br /&gt;2- Di suonare la chitarra nella stanza.&lt;br /&gt;3- Delle passeggiate.&lt;br /&gt;4- Del gelatto a Pasqualotto ed a Giolitti.&lt;br /&gt;5- Di andare al cinema aperto durante le vacanze di estate.&lt;br /&gt;6- Di chiachierare tanto con le altre gen e creare nuove parole in italiano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-1169434678712428935?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1169434678712428935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=1169434678712428935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1169434678712428935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1169434678712428935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/05/sei-cose-che-mi-mancano-parte-12.html' title='Sei cose che mi mancano - Parte 12 - 27/05/2011 - Speciale Centro Gen'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2772871475719462353</id><published>2011-05-21T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:06:00.210-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Um Lugar para todos (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UogDILmEdIo/TdM5I08gNcI/AAAAAAAAAME/B5xMN_fUnvk/s1600/Um+lugar+para+todos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UogDILmEdIo/TdM5I08gNcI/AAAAAAAAAME/B5xMN_fUnvk/s320/Um+lugar+para+todos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Título Original: &lt;i&gt;Bombay Time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Autora: Thrity Umrigar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tradutora: Regina Lyra.&lt;br /&gt;Editora responsável: Izabel Aleixo.&lt;br /&gt;Produção Editorial: Daniele Cajueiro e Janaína Senna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Revisores: Sheila Louzada (Tradução), Eduardo Carneiro, Guilherme Bernardo e Isabela Fraga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Editora: Editora Nova Fronteira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(...) o que aprendi é simples: a vida anda mais depressa que nós. Durante todo o tempo que desperdiçamos contando piadas, parados nas esquinas, indo a festas, dormindo oito horas por dia, a vida seguia em frente, como um rio que não conseguimos acompanhar. Esse rio não espera enquanto construímos uma ponte para cruzá-lo; ele continua fazendo o que tem que fazer. É assim que são os rios: eles correm. Por isso é importante não perder tempo, não desperdiçar um único dia nem um minuto que seja de um dia. É importante fazer bom uso de todo o tempo que nos é dado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ganhei esse livro no Natal do ano passado e agora consegui lê-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse livro é sobre os moradores de um edifício, o Edifício Wadia. A autora conta as histórias de vida dos personagens que são amarradas por uma festa de casamento, então, à medida que narra o que acontece na festa, conta qual é a história daquele convidado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É interessante e podemos nos identificar com essas histórias de vida, é uma realidade próxima, mesmo que se passe na Índia, afinal, é o cotidiano das pessoas, as dificuldades a serem superadas, as que não foram superadas, os erros, arrependimentos, as alegrias, boas recordações, saudades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Realmente, "Um lugar para todos", em que cada um pode encontrar seu espacinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2772871475719462353?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2772871475719462353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2772871475719462353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2772871475719462353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2772871475719462353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/05/um-lugar-para-todos-2008.html' title='Um Lugar para todos (2008)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UogDILmEdIo/TdM5I08gNcI/AAAAAAAAAME/B5xMN_fUnvk/s72-c/Um+lugar+para+todos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5964626064783818216</id><published>2011-05-20T23:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:25:32.696-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que eu não gosto - Parte 4 - 20/05/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Quando o metrô nem está tão cheio e as pessoas entram e ficam na porta.&lt;br /&gt;2- Quando o metrô não está tão cheio e as pessoas ficam na porta sendo que não vão descer na próxima estação.&lt;br /&gt;3- Os carros não param na faixa de pedestre para dar passagem.&lt;br /&gt;4- Quando acaba a força.&lt;br /&gt;5- Ir comprar roupas (sei que isso é estranho, mas acho meio chato ficar andando, experimentando, escolhendo...)&lt;br /&gt;6- De ser uma pedestre em Barueri, especificamente no Tamboré.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-5964626064783818216?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5964626064783818216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5964626064783818216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5964626064783818216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5964626064783818216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/05/seis-coisas-que-eu-nao-gosto-parte-4.html' title='Seis coisas de que eu não gosto - Parte 4 - 20/05/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2686155611155342879</id><published>2011-05-13T23:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:52:57.625-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Sexta-feira 13 de maio de 2011.</title><content type='html'>Sexta-feira 13!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2686155611155342879?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2686155611155342879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2686155611155342879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2686155611155342879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2686155611155342879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/05/sexta-feira-13-de-maio-de-2011.html' title='Sexta-feira 13 de maio de 2011.'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2075126435333911192</id><published>2011-05-06T23:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:07:02.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - 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G.A.&lt;br /&gt;4-Do Intercursos.&lt;br /&gt;5- Da Florença.&lt;br /&gt;6- Das viagens nos fins de semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2075126435333911192?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2075126435333911192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2075126435333911192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2075126435333911192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2075126435333911192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/05/seis-coisas-de-que-sinto-saudades-parte_06.html' title='Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 10 - 06/05/2011 - Especial facul'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-6175085883515555261</id><published>2011-05-06T23:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T23:06:00.564-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 11 - 06/05/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Dos meus avós por parte de pai.&lt;br /&gt;2- De ir na sorveteria por quilo de Bertioga.&lt;br /&gt;3- Do amigo secreto no vôlei.&lt;br /&gt;4- De fazer os shows da Casetta Fiamma.&lt;br /&gt;5- Da tapioca da tia da tapioca que vendia no DAF.&lt;br /&gt;6- Do cappuccino italiano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-6175085883515555261?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6175085883515555261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6175085883515555261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6175085883515555261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6175085883515555261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/05/seis-coisas-de-que-sinto-saudades-parte.html' title='Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 11 - 06/05/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-8497366035279032570</id><published>2011-04-29T23:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:06:00.513-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 9 - 29/04/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Dos micos nas viagens.&lt;br /&gt;2- De quando mudei de casa quando era criança.&lt;br /&gt;3- De jogar vôlei no recreio.&lt;br /&gt;4- De passear no domingo à tarde e comer ameixas direto do pé.&lt;br /&gt;5- Da semana do tradutor, do coquetel e da TPM.&lt;br /&gt;6- Di giocare uno alla spiaggia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-8497366035279032570?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8497366035279032570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=8497366035279032570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8497366035279032570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8497366035279032570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/seis-coisas-de-que-sinto-saudades-parte_29.html' title='Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 9 - 29/04/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-9170591126053330355</id><published>2011-04-24T23:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:05:16.703-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de festa'/><title type='text'>Feliz Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei que falta menos de uma hora para terminar o dia da Páscoa, mas mesmo assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FELIZ PÁSCOA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-9170591126053330355?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/9170591126053330355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=9170591126053330355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/9170591126053330355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/9170591126053330355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/feliz-pascoa.html' title='Feliz Páscoa'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-3832567868793734984</id><published>2011-04-22T23:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:06:00.692-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 8 - 22/04/2011 - Especial Paraíso 2003</title><content type='html'>1- De arrumar a cama junto com alguém.&lt;br /&gt;2- De limpar a casa em meia hora.&lt;br /&gt;3- Dos lanchinhos da Espiga Dourada.&lt;br /&gt;4- De ir pra escola cantando.&lt;br /&gt;5- Dos sotaques misturados&lt;br /&gt;6- Dos shows que no fim davam errado, mas davam certo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-3832567868793734984?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/3832567868793734984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=3832567868793734984' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/3832567868793734984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/3832567868793734984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/seis-coisas-de-que-sinto-saudades-parte.html' title='Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - 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É muito bonitinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2830553030847706283?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2830553030847706283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2830553030847706283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2830553030847706283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2830553030847706283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/up.html' title='UP'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xE0T13jiIX4/TYac1Pl4TyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Aq4mDAxHWi0/s72-c/UP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2652678119981604429</id><published>2011-04-15T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T00:01:02.107-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de festa'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Pá!!!</title><content type='html'>Hoje, o dia de festa é da minha irmã Patrícia!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2652678119981604429?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2652678119981604429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2652678119981604429' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2652678119981604429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2652678119981604429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/parabens-pa.html' title='Parabéns Pá!!!'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-7362673207347691348</id><published>2011-04-10T22:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:06:00.477-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Sempre ao seu lado (Hachiko: A dog's story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TsP8uC-HhiE/TXg0ZpOuWRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TkHwWDqRnJI/s1600/Sempre+ao+seu+lado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TsP8uC-HhiE/TXg0ZpOuWRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TkHwWDqRnJI/s320/Sempre+ao+seu+lado.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais um filme visto em Vitória. Com a chuva deu pra ver vários filmes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É emocionante e baseado em fatos reais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Queria escrever alguma coisa sobre essa raça de cachorros e encontri alguns sites. Em vez de fazer um resumo, deixo aqui os endereços para quem quiser ler mais :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://www.clubedoakita.com.br/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akita_Inu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-7362673207347691348?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7362673207347691348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=7362673207347691348' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7362673207347691348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7362673207347691348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/sempre-ao-seu-lado-hachiko-dogs-story.html' title='Sempre ao seu lado (Hachiko: A dog&apos;s story)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-TsP8uC-HhiE/TXg0ZpOuWRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TkHwWDqRnJI/s72-c/Sempre+ao+seu+lado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-6232508614132853014</id><published>2011-04-08T23:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:06:00.166-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas que me deixam feliz - Parte 5 - 08/04/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Dormir até o meio-dia.&lt;br /&gt;2-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Comer chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Almoçar com os amigos.&lt;br /&gt;4-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ler gibis.&lt;br /&gt;5-&lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tomar um café-da-manhã caprichado.&lt;br /&gt;6- &lt;span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Zerar um jogo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-6232508614132853014?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6232508614132853014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6232508614132853014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6232508614132853014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6232508614132853014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/seis-coisas-que-me-deixam-feliz-parte-5.html' title='Seis coisas que me deixam feliz - Parte 5 - 08/04/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2408605301868131325</id><published>2011-04-07T22:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:54:01.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que faz você feliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei porquê pensei nessa pergunta hoje... mas sei que pensei na resposta. O que me faz feliz são as pequenas coisas, os momentos especiais que, por vezes, duram pouquinho, pequenos gestos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E o que faz você feliz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2408605301868131325?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2408605301868131325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2408605301868131325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2408605301868131325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2408605301868131325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-que-faz-voce-feliz.html' title='O que faz você feliz?'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-9097285051459701248</id><published>2011-04-06T22:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:36:20.420-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros autores'/><title type='text'>Parola di Vita / Palavra de Vida / Word of Life / Palabra de Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Non ciò che io voglio, ma ciò che vuoi tu” (Mc 14,36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Não o que eu quero, porém o que tu queres.” (Mc 14, 36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"Not what I will, but what you will.” (Mk 14:36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;«No se haga lo que yo quiero, sino lo que quieres tú» (Mc 14, 36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Non ciò che io voglio, ma ciò che vuoi tu” (Mc 14,36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Aprile 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Gesù è nell’orto degli ulivi, il podere chiamato Getsemani. L’ora tanto attesa è arrivata. È il momento cruciale di tutta la sua esistenza. Si prostra a terra e supplica Dio, chiamandolo “Padre” con confidente tenerezza, perché gli risparmi di “bere il calice”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.focolare.org/it/news/2011/04/01/it-aprile-2011/#_ftn1"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="color: black;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;, un’espressione che si riferisce alla sua passione e morte. Lo prega che quell’ora passi… Ma alla fine Gesù si rimette completamente alla sua volontà:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Non ciò che io voglio, ma ciò che vuoi tu”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Gesù sa che la sua passione non è un evento fortuito, né semplicemente una decisione degli uomini, ma un disegno di Dio. Sarà processato e rifiutato dagli uomini, ma il “calice” viene dalle mani di Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Gesù ci insegna che il Padre ha un suo disegno d’amore su ciascuno di noi, ci ama di amore personale e, se crediamo a questo amore e se corrispondiamo col nostro amore – ecco la condizione -, egli fa finalizzare ogni cosa al bene. Per Gesù nulla è successo a caso, neppure la passione e la morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;E poi ci fu la Risurrezione, la cui solenne festa celebriamo in questo mese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;L’esempio di Gesù, Risorto, deve essere di luce per la nostra vita. Tutto quanto arriva, quanto succede, quello che ci circonda e anche tutto quanto ci fa soffrire dobbiamo saperlo leggere come volontà di Dio che ci ama o una permissione di lui che ancora ci ama. Allora tutto avrà senso nella vita, tutto sarà estremamente utile, anche quello che sul momento ci pare incomprensibile e assurdo, anche quello che, come per Gesù, può farci piombare in un’angoscia mortale. Basterà che, insieme a lui, sappiamo ripetere, con un atto di totale fiducia nell’amore del Padre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Non ciò che io voglio, ma ciò che vuoi tu”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;La sua volontà è vivere, ringraziarlo con gioia dei doni della vita, ma a volte non è certamente quella che si pensa: un obiettivo di fronte al quale rassegnarsi, specie quando ci si imbatte nel dolore, né un susseguirsi di atti monotoni disseminati nella nostra esistenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;La volontà di Dio è la sua voce che continuamente ci parla e ci invita, è il modo con cui egli ci esprime il suo amore, per darci la sua pienezza di Vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Potremmo rappresentarcela con l’immagine del sole i cui raggi sono come la sua volontà su ciascuno di noi. Ognuno cammina su un raggio, distinto dal raggio di chi ci è accanto, ma pur sempre su un raggio di sole, cioè sulla volontà di Dio. Tutti, dunque, facciamo una sola volontà, quella di Dio, ma per ognuno essa è diversa. I raggi poi, quanto più si avvicinano al sole, tanto più si avvicinano tra di loro. Anche noi, quanto più ci avviciniamo a Dio, con l’adempimento sempre più perfetto della divina volontà, tanto più ci avviciniamo fra noi… finché tutti saremo uno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Vivendo così, nella nostra vita ogni cosa può cambiare. Anziché andare da chi piace a noi e amare solo quelli, possiamo avvicinare tutti coloro che la volontà di Dio ci mette accanto. Anziché preferire le cose che più ci piacciono, possiamo attendere a quelle che la volontà di Dio ci suggerisce e preferirle. L’essere tutti proiettati nella divina volontà di quell’attimo (“ciò che vuoi tu”) ci porterà di conseguenza al distacco da tutte le cose e dal nostro io (“non ciò che io voglio”), distacco non tanto cercato di proposito, perché si cerca Dio solo, ma trovato di fatto. Allora la gioia sarà piena. Basta inabissarci nel momento che passa ed adempiere in quell’attimo la volontà di Dio, ripetendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Non ciò che io voglio, ma ciò che vuoi tu”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Il momento passato non è più; quello futuro non è ancora in nostro possesso. È come un viaggiatore in treno: per arrivare alla mèta non cammina avanti e indietro, ma sta seduto al suo posto. Così dobbiamo star fermi nel presente. Il treno del tempo cammina da sé. Dio lo possiamo amare soltanto nel presente che ci è dato, pronunciando il proprio “sì” fortissimo, totalitario, attivissimo alla sua volontà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Amiamo dunque quel sorriso da donare, quel lavoro da svolgere, quella macchina da guidare, quel pasto da preparare, quell’attività da organizzare, chi soffre accanto a noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Neppure la prova o il dolore deve farci paura se, con Gesù, sapremo riconoscervi la volontà Dio, ossia il suo amore per ognuno di noi. Anzi, potremo pregare così:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Signore, dammi di non temere nulla, perché tutto ciò che succederà non sarà che la tua volontà! Signore, dammi di non desiderare nulla, perché niente è più desiderabile che la tua sola volontà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Che importa nella vita? La tua volontà importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Dammi di non sgomentarmi di nulla, perché in tutto è la tua volontà. Dammi di non esaltarmi di nulla, perché tutto è tua volontà”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Chiara Lubich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Fonte: http://www.focolare.org/it/news/2011/04/01/it-aprile-2011/ , acessado em 05/04/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Não o que eu quero, porém o que tu queres.” (Mc 14, 36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Abril de 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Jesus está no Horto das Oliveiras, na propriedade chamada Getsêmani. A hora tão esperada chegou. É o momento crucial de toda a sua existência. Ele se prostra por terra e suplica a Deus, chamando-o de “Pai”, numa confidência cheia de ternura, para “afastar dele esse cálice” (cf. &lt;i&gt;Mt&lt;/i&gt; 14, 36), expressão que se refere à sua Paixão e Morte. Jesus pede ao Pai que aquela hora passe… Mas, enfim, entrega-se completamente à vontade de Deus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Não o que eu quero, porém o que tu queres.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Jesus sabe que a sua Paixão não é um acontecimento casual nem simplesmente uma decisão dos homens, mas é um plano de Deus. Ele será processado e rejeitado pelos homens; o “cálice”, porém, vem das mãos de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Jesus nos ensina que o Pai tem um plano de amor para cada um de nós, que Ele nos ama com um amor pessoal e, se acreditarmos nesse amor e correspondermos com o nosso amor – é essa a condição –, Ele fará com que tudo seja finalizado para o bem. Para Jesus, nada aconteceu por acaso, nem sequer a Paixão e a Morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Depois aconteceu a Ressurreição, cuja festividade solene celebramos neste mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;O exemplo de Jesus, o Ressuscitado, serve de luz para a nossa vida. Devemos saber interpretar tudo o que vem ao nosso encontro, o que acontece, o que nos rodeia e também tudo o que nos faz sofrer, como vontade de Deus que nos ama ou como uma permissão de Deus que nos ama também assim. Então, tudo na vida terá sentido, tudo será extremamente útil, mesmo aquilo que, na hora, nos parece incompreensível e absurdo, mesmo aquilo que nos pode fazer precipitar numa angústia mortal, como aconteceu com Jesus. Será suficiente que, junto com ele, saibamos repetir, com um ato de confiança total no amor do Pai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Não o que eu quero, porém o que tu queres.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A vontade dele é que vivamos, que lhe agradeçamos com alegria pelas dádivas da vida; mas, às vezes, ela certamente não corresponde ao que imaginamos. Não é, por exemplo, uma situação diante da qual temos de nos resignar, em especial quando deparamos com a dor, nem uma sucessão de atos monótonos espalhados ao longo da nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A vontade de Deus é a sua voz que nos fala e nos convida continuamente, é o modo pelo qual ele nos expressa o seu amor, para nos dar a sua plenitude de Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Poderíamos fazer uma representação disso com a imagem do Sol, cujos raios seriam a sua vontade para cada um de nós. Cada pessoa caminha ao longo de um raio, diferente do raio de quem está ao lado, mas sempre um raio de sol, ou seja, a vontade de Deus. Portanto, todos nós fazemos uma única vontade, a de Deus; no entanto, ela é diferente para cada um. Os raios, quanto mais se aproximam do Sol, mais se aproximam entre si. Também nós, quanto mais nos aproximamos de Deus, pela observância sempre mais perfeita da vontade divina, mais nos aproximamos entre nós… até sermos todos um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Vivendo assim, tudo na nossa vida pode mudar. Em vez de procurarmos a quem gostamos e amar somente a eles, podemos dar atenção a todos aqueles que a vontade de Deus põe ao nosso lado. Em vez de procurarmos aquilo de que gostamos, podemos nos dedicar àquelas coisas que a vontade de Deus nos sugere e preferi-las. Se estivermos inteiramente projetados na vontade divina daquele momento (“o que tu queres”), seremos consequentemente levados ao desapego de todas as coisas e do nosso eu (“não o que eu quero”). Esse desapego não é tanto resultado de uma busca proposital, porque se deve buscar só a Deus, mas acontece de fato. Então a alegria será completa. Basta mergulharmos no momento que passa e cumprir naquele instante a vontade de Deus, repetindo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Não o que eu quero, porém o que tu queres.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;O momento que passou não existe mais; o momento futuro ainda não está em nosso poder. Acontece como a um passageiro no trem: para chegar ao destino, ele não fica andando para frente e para trás, mas fica sentado no seu lugar. Assim, devemos ficar firmes no presente; o trem do tempo viaja por si. Só podemos amar a Deus no momento presente que nos é dado, pronunciando o próprio “sim” vigoroso, radical, ativíssimo, à vontade dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Portanto, vamos amar aquele sorriso que temos a dar, aquele trabalho a ser executado, aquele carro a ser conduzido, aquela refeição a ser preparada, aquela atividade a ser organizada, aquela pessoa que sofre ao nosso lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Nem sequer a provação ou o sofrimento nos devem assustar se, com Jesus, soubermos reconhecer neles a vontade de Deus, ou seja, o seu amor para cada um de nós. Poderemos até mesmo rezar assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Senhor, faze que eu nada tenha a temer, porque tudo o que vai acontecer será a tua vontade e nada mais! Senhor, faze que eu não tenha outro desejo, porque nada é mais desejável do que exclusivamente a tua vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;O que é importante na vida? Importante é a tua vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Faze que nada me perturbe, porque tudo é a tua vontade. Faze que eu não me agite com nada, porque tudo é tua vontade.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Chiara Lubich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Esta Palavra de Vida foi publicada originalmente em abril de 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Fonte: http://www.focolare.org/pt/news/2011/04/01/it-aprile-2011/ , acessado em 05/04/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"Not what I will, but what you will.” (Mk 14:36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;April 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Jesus is in the Garden of Olives, a piece of land called Gethsemane. The long-awaited hour has arrived. It is the crucial moment of his existence. He falls to the ground and with confident tenderness prays to God, calling him “Father.” He asks him, “Take this cup away from me” — an expression that refers to his passion and death. Jesus prays that that hour may pass. But in the end he submits completely to the Father’s will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Not what I will, but what you will.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Jesus knows that his passion is not a chance event, nor simply a decision taken by men, but rather, a design of God. He will be taken to trial and rejected by men, but the “cup” comes from the hands of God.&amp;nbsp;Jesus teaches us that the Father has a design of love for each one of us, that he loves us personally, and if we believe in this love and reciprocate with our love — this is the condition — he directs all things toward good. For Jesus nothing happens by chance, not even his passion and death.&amp;nbsp;And this was followed by the Resurrection, whose solemn feast we are celebrating this month.&amp;nbsp;The example of the risen Jesus should be a light for our life. We should interpret all that happens to us, all that takes place, all that is around us and even all that makes us suffer as something that God wills or that he permits, because he loves us. So then everything will have meaning in life, everything will be extremely useful, even what might seem in that moment to be incomprehensible and absurd, even what might plunge us into mortal anguish, as happened to Jesus. With him we need only to repeat, with an act of total trust in the Father’s love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Not what I will, but what you will.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;His will is that we live, that we joyfully thank him for the gifts of our life. His will is not, as we might sometimes think, something that we must resign ourselves to, especially when we encounter suffering. Nor is it merely a sequence of monotonous acts that we carry out in our lifetime.It is his voice that continues to make itself heard within, inviting us. It is his way of expressing his love and bringing us to the fullness of his life.&amp;nbsp;We could depict it with the image of the sun, whose rays are like his will for each one of us. Each one walks along a ray, distinct from the ray of the person next to us, but always along a ray of the sun, that is, the will of God. So we all do only one will, that of God, but it is different for each one of us. Furthermore, the closer the rays come to the sun, the closer they come to one another. For us too, the closer we come to God, by carrying out the divine will more and more perfectly, the closer we draw to one another … until we are one.&amp;nbsp;By living in this way, everything changes in our life. Instead of associating only with people we like and just loving them, we seek the company of whomever God wills us to be with. Instead of preferring the things that please us the most, we look after those that the will of God suggests to us, and we give preference to them. Being completely intent on doing the divine will in each moment (“what you will”) will lead to our being detached from everything else, and from ourselves as well (“not what I will”). This detachment is not something deliberately sought after — we seek God alone — but in actual fact it is attained. Then our joy will be full. We need only to immerse ourselves entirely in each fleeting moment and in that instant carry out the will of God, repeating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Not what I will, but what you will.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The past no longer exists; the future is not yet here. Just as someone traveling by train would never think of walking up and down the aisle to reach his destination sooner but remains seated, so we should remain in the present. The train of time moves ahead on its own. We can love God only in the present moment given to us by saying our own “yes” — a vigorous, total, very active “yes” to his will. &amp;nbsp;So let us be happy to give that smile, carry out that job, drive that car, prepare that meal, organize that activity. Let us love all those who are suffering around us.Not even trials or sufferings should frighten us if, with Jesus, we recognize God’s will in them, that is, his love for each one of us. Indeed, we could pray in this way:“Lord, help me not to fear anything, because all that will happen will be nothing other than your will! Lord, help me not to desire anything, because nothing is more desirable than your will. What matters in life? What matters is doing your will. Grant that nothing may depress me or exalt me, because in everything I find your will.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Chiara Lubich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Fonte: http://www.focolare.org/en/news/2011/04/01/it-aprile-2011/ , acessado em 05/04/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;«No se haga lo que yo quiero, sino lo que quieres tú» (Mc 14, 36)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Abril 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Jesús está en el huerto de los olivos, en un terreno llamado Getsemaní. La hora tan esperada ha llegado. Es el momento crucial de toda su existencia. Se postra por tierra y suplica a Dios, llamándolo «Padre» con una ternura llena de confianza, para que le evite «beber el cáliz»&lt;a href="http://www.focolare.org/es/news/2011/04/01/it-aprile-2011/#_ftn2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, una expresión que se refiere a su pasión y muerte. Le pide que pase esa hora… Pero al final, Jesús se vuelve a rendir a su voluntad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;«No se haga lo que yo quiero, sino lo que quieres tú».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Jesús sabe que su pasión no es un acontecimiento fortuito ni una simple decisión de los hombres, sino un designio de Dios. Será procesado y rechazado por los hombres, pero el «cáliz» viene de las manos de Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Jesús nos enseña que el Padre tiene un designio de amor para cada uno de nosotros, nos ama con un amor personal y, si creemos en ese amor y correspondemos con el nuestro –ésa es la condición–, hace que todo coopere al bien. A Jesús nada le sucedió por casualidad, ni siquiera la pasión y la muerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Y luego vino la Resurrección, cuya fiesta solemne celebramos este mes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;El ejemplo de Jesús resucitado debe iluminar nuestra vida. Todo lo que se presenta, lo que sucede, lo que nos rodea y también todo lo que nos hace sufrir lo debemos saber leer como voluntad de Dios, que nos ama, o como una permisión suya, que de todos modos nos ama. Entonces, todo tendrá sentido en la vida, todo será extremadamente útil, incluso lo que de momento nos parece incomprensible y absurdo o lo que nos puede sumir en una angustia mortal, como a Jesús. Bastará con que, junto con Él, sepamos repetir con un acto de total confianza en el Padre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;«No se haga lo que yo quiero, sino lo que quieres tú».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Su voluntad es que vivamos, que le demos gracias con alegría por los dones de la vida, aunque, ciertamente, a veces no es como nos la imaginamos: un objetivo ante el que resignarse, especialmente cuando nos topamos con el dolor, ni una serie de actos monótonos diseminados por nuestra existencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;La voluntad de Dios es su voz, que continuamente nos habla y nos invita; es su modo de expresarnos su amor para darnos la plenitud de su Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Podríamos imaginárnosla como el sol, cuyos rayos representan la voluntad de Dios sobre cada uno de nosotros. Cada uno camina por un rayo, distinto del rayo de quien está al lado, pero en cualquier caso un rayo del sol, es decir, la voluntad de Dios. De modo que todos hacemos una sola voluntad, la de Dios, pero para cada uno es diferente. Cuanto más se acercan los rayos al sol, más se acercan entre sí. También nosotros, cuanto más nos acercamos a Dios –haciendo cada vez más perfectamente la divina voluntad–, más nos acercamos entre nosotros… hasta que todos seamos uno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Si vivimos así, todo puede cambiar en nuestra vida. Más que estar con quien nos gusta y amarlos sólo a ellos, podemos relacionarnos con todos los que la voluntad de Dios pone a nuestro lado. En vez de preferir lo que más nos gusta, podemos entregarnos a lo que la voluntad de Dios nos sugiere, y preferirlo. El estar completamente proyectados en la divina voluntad de ese momento («lo que quieres tú») nos llevará como consecuencia a desapegarnos de todas las cosas y de nuestro yo («no lo que yo quiero»), un desapego que no buscamos adrede, pues buscamos sólo a Dios, pero que de hecho encontramos. Entonces la alegría será plena. Basta con sumergirse en el momento que pasa y hacer en ese momento la voluntad de Dios, repitiendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;«No se haga lo que yo quiero, sino lo que quieres tú».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;El momento pasado ya no existe; el futuro todavía no está en nuestro poder. Es como un viajero que va en tren: para llegar a su destino no va arriba y abajo, sino que se queda sentado en su sitio. Así es como tenemos que estar: firmes en el presente. El tren del tiempo camina por sí solo. A Dios sólo lo podemos amar en el presente que se nos da pronunciando nuestro «sí» a su voluntad de un modo fuerte, radical, decidido y activo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Amemos, pues, ofreciendo una sonrisa, llevando a cabo un trabajo, conduciendo el coche, preparando la comida, organizando una actividad o amemos a la persona que sufre a nuestro lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Y no deben atemorizarnos las pruebas ni el dolor si en ellos sabemos reconocer, como Jesús, la voluntad de Dios, es decir, su amor por cada uno de nosotros. Es más, podremos rezar diciendo: «Señor, haz que no tema nada, ¡porque todo lo que suceda no será más que tu voluntad! Señor, que no desee nada, pues no hay nada más deseable que tu voluntad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;»¿Qué es lo que importa en la vida? Tu voluntad es lo que importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;»Que no me desaliente por nada, porque en todo está tu voluntad. Que no me enardezca por nada, porque todo es voluntad tuya».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Chiara Lubich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.focolare.org/es/news/2011/04/01/it-aprile-2011/#_ftnref1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;Palabra de vida&lt;/i&gt;, abril 2003, publicada en&lt;i&gt; Ciudad Nueva, &lt;/i&gt;nº 397, pág. 24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.focolare.org/es/news/2011/04/01/it-aprile-2011/#_ftnref2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cf. &lt;i&gt;Mc&lt;/i&gt; 14, 36.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.focolare.org/es/news/2011/04/01/it-aprile-2011/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;http://www.focolare.org/es/news/2011/04/01/it-aprile-2011/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , acessado em 05/04/2011&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/2488120927595850852-9097285051459701248?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/9097285051459701248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=9097285051459701248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/9097285051459701248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/9097285051459701248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/parola-di-vita-palavra-de-vida-word-of.html' title='Parola di Vita / Palavra de Vida / Word of Life / Palabra de Vida'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2881482808634379811</id><published>2011-04-03T21:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:06:00.222-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>O diabo veste Prada (The Devil Wears Prada)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wBBWQN5lu7A/TW16HWg1AYI/AAAAAAAAALk/xXf5ynYiPN4/s1600/O+diabo+veste+Prada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wBBWQN5lu7A/TW16HWg1AYI/AAAAAAAAALk/xXf5ynYiPN4/s320/O+diabo+veste+Prada.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A primeira vez que vi esse filme, foi no cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enquanto estava na Itália, aprendi a tocar a música. Da segunda vez que fui pra Itália, assiti ao filme, e há um tempo, assisti de novo com a minha irmã, em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Suddenly I See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face is a map of the world&lt;br /&gt;Is a map of the world&lt;br /&gt;You can see she's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;She's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;And everything around her is a silver pool of light&lt;br /&gt;The people who surround her feel the benefit of it&lt;br /&gt;It makes you calm&lt;br /&gt;She holds you captivated in her palm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like walking the world&lt;br /&gt;Like walking the world&lt;br /&gt;You can hear she's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;She's a beautiful girl&lt;br /&gt;She fills up every corner like she's born in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Makes you feel warmer when you're trying to remember&lt;br /&gt;What you heard&lt;br /&gt;She likes to leave you hanging on her word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's taller than most&lt;br /&gt;And she's looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I can see her eyes looking from a page in a magazine&lt;br /&gt;Oh she makes me feel like I could be a tower&lt;br /&gt;A big strong tower&lt;br /&gt;She got the power to be&lt;br /&gt;The power to give&lt;br /&gt;The power to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me&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/2488120927595850852-2881482808634379811?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2881482808634379811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2881482808634379811' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2881482808634379811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2881482808634379811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-diabo-veste-prada-devil-wears-prada.html' title='O diabo veste Prada (The Devil Wears Prada)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wBBWQN5lu7A/TW16HWg1AYI/AAAAAAAAALk/xXf5ynYiPN4/s72-c/O+diabo+veste+Prada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-8948061606082434388</id><published>2011-04-01T22:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:06:00.724-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Dia da mentira!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É dia 1º de Abril, dia da mentira!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isso era mais lembrado quando eu era criança e todo mundo contava mentira... como era divertido!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dei uma pesquisada rápida e aí vai uma das versões:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tudo começou quando o rei da França, Carlos IX, após a implantação do calendário gregoriano, instituiu o dia primeiro de janeiro para ser o início do ano. Naquela época, as notícias demoravam muito para chegar às pessoas, fato que atrapalhou a adoção da mudança da data por todos.&lt;br /&gt;Antes dessa mudança, a festa de ano novo era comemorada no dia 25 de março e terminava após uma semana de duração, ou seja, no dia primeiro de abril. Algumas pessoas, as mais tradicionais e menos flexíveis, não gostaram da mudança no calendário e continuaram fazer tal comemoração na data antiga. Isso virou motivo de chacota e gozação, por parte das pessoas que concordaram com a adoção da nova data, e passaram a fazer brincadeiras com os radicais, enviando-lhes presentes estranhos ou convites de festas que não existiam.Tais brincadeiras causaram dúvidas sobre a veracidade da data, confundindo as pessoas, daí o surgimento do dia 1º de abril como dia da mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Aproximadamente duzentos anos mais tarde essas brincadeiras se espalharam por toda a Inglaterra e, consequentemente, para todo o mundo, ficando mais conhecida como o dia da mentira. Na França seu nome é “Poisson d’avril” e na Itália esse dia é conhecido como “pesce d’aprile”, ambos significando peixe de abril. No Brasil, o primeiro Estado a adotar a brincadeira foi Pernambuco, onde uma informação mentirosa foi transmitida e desmentida no dia seguinte. “A Mentira”, em 1º de abril de 1848, apresentou como notícia o falecimento de D. Pedro, fato que não havia acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney criou uma versão para o clássico infantil Pinóquio, dando ênfase à brincadeira, mostrando para a criançada o quanto mentir pode ser ruim e prejudicial para a vida das pessoas. Ziraldo, um escritor brasileiro da literatura infanto-juvenil, também conta histórias sobre as mentiras, através do tão famoso personagem, o Menino Maluquinho. Em "O Ilusionista", Maluquinho descobre o mal provocado por roubar, fingir e mentir.&lt;br /&gt;Pregar mentiras nesse dia é uma brincadeira saudável, porém o respeito e o cuidado devem ser lembrados, para que ninguém saia prejudicado, afinal, a honestidade é a base para qualquer relacionamento humano.&lt;br /&gt;Por Jussara de Barros&lt;br /&gt;Graduada em Pedagogia&lt;br /&gt;Equipe Brasil Escola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fonte: http://www.brasilescola.com/datacomemorativas/dia-da-mentira.htm , acessado em 20/03/2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-8948061606082434388?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8948061606082434388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=8948061606082434388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8948061606082434388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8948061606082434388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/04/dia-da-mentira.html' title='Dia da mentira!!!!'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-8053320569654273715</id><published>2011-03-30T22:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:06:00.272-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros autores'/><title type='text'>Não lembro o título...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei porquê, mas me lembrei de um poema. Não lembro o título nem o autor, porém decorei quando eu estava, sei lá, na quarta ou na quinta série...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ditinha, nossa doméstica,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É muito esperta e lampeira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas às vezes, francamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comete alguma besteira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certa vez, a mamãe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Querendo fazer rabada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Solicitou o auxílio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De nossa boa empregada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vá depressa ao açougueiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E veja se não estaca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E pergunte ao seu Joaquim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se ele tem rabo de vaca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No caminho, então, Ditinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comelou a meditar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"De uma pergunta como essa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seu Joaquim não vai gostar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A melhor coisa a fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É primeiro investigar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se ele tiver rabo de vaca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Volto correndo contar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de uns trinta minutos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ei-la que surge afinal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Patroa, não pude ver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seu Joaquim usa avental!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-8053320569654273715?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8053320569654273715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=8053320569654273715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8053320569654273715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8053320569654273715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-lembro-o-titulo.html' title='Não lembro o título...'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5322311346247449786</id><published>2011-03-28T22:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:10:54.565-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>São Paulo, 28 de março de 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou com sono!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É, confesso que ontem fui dormir um pouco tarde. Mas hoje vou dormir mais cedo, porque amanhã tenho que acordar muito cedo para uma entrevista e estou ansiosa e tentando não criar muitas expectativas, assim, se der certo ótimo \o/ e se não der, vou ficar triste, mas nem tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje o dia foi longo, nada fora do comum, mas demorou para passar... isso porque nem fui na minha aula de inglês...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E agora vou indo porque acho que amanhã vai ser mais longo que hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boa noite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-5322311346247449786?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5322311346247449786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5322311346247449786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5322311346247449786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5322311346247449786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/sao-paulo-28-de-marco-de-2011.html' title='São Paulo, 28 de março de 2011.'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4624918130242375645</id><published>2011-03-27T21:06:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:06:00.204-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>O caçador de pipas (The kite runner)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-d1WcmmOe6yU/TXgqIftkG6I/AAAAAAAAALs/KrBqPXVKs4s/s1600/O+ca%25C3%25A7ador+de+pipas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-d1WcmmOe6yU/TXgqIftkG6I/AAAAAAAAALs/KrBqPXVKs4s/s200/O+ca%25C3%25A7ador+de+pipas.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vi esse filme quando estava indo para Vitória no Carnaval. Já tinha lido o livro, e, como quase sempre, achei o livro melhor que o filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por você, eu faria isso mil vezes"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4624918130242375645?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4624918130242375645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4624918130242375645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4624918130242375645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4624918130242375645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-cacador-de-pipas-kite-runner.html' title='O caçador de pipas (The kite runner)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-d1WcmmOe6yU/TXgqIftkG6I/AAAAAAAAALs/KrBqPXVKs4s/s72-c/O+ca%25C3%25A7ador+de+pipas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5695623382490081943</id><published>2011-03-26T22:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:06:00.272-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Cidade de Ladrões (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ClqFujrOl94/TYS7YAUP_AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RrpBlhmAaYY/s1600/cidade+de+ladr%25C3%25B5es.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ClqFujrOl94/TYS7YAUP_AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RrpBlhmAaYY/s200/cidade+de+ladr%25C3%25B5es.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Título Original: &lt;i&gt;City of Thieves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Autor: David Benioff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tradutor: Alvaro Hattnher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Revisoras: Ana Kronemberger e Lara Alves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Editora: Objetiva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contei a ela sobre a filha do coronel, patinando no Neva; os canibais e as horríveis peças penduradas em correntes presas no teto; o garoto agonizante, Vadim, e seu galo, Querida; o cachorro antitanque sangrando na neve e o soldado russo morto indicando o caminho para Moscou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A primeira vez que ouvi falar nesse livro foi quando estava no meu último ano de faculdade. Um dos meus professores foi quem traduziu o livro, e, se não me recordo mal, disse que foi o melhor livro que já traduziu, no sentido que foi um trabalho legal de traduzir. Desde então, sempre tive vontade (e curiosidade) de ler o livro. Então, um dia estava vendo um presente para o meu irmão e achei o livro em promoção. Essa é uma edição de bolso, diferente da primeira versão e por isso o ano é 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antes desse livro, eu tinha lido &lt;a href="http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/menina-que-roubava-livros-2007.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A menina que roubava livros&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp; que se passa na Alemanha durante a Segunda Guerra. Em &lt;i&gt;Cidade de Ladrões&lt;/i&gt;, a época também é Segunda Guerra, mas o país é a Rússia. Foi uma coincidência, mas foi legal ver parte dos dois lados da história.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O livro conta a história de dois rapazes que, em plena guerra, saem à procura de uma dúzia de ovos para o casamento da filha de um general. Uma missão praticamente impossível quando não há praticamente nada para comer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É um livro gostoso de ler, do tipo que você quer saber o que acontece depois e é difícil interromper a leitura. Ao mesmo tempo, me fez refletir sobre várias coisas, como as dificuldades da guerra, o que as pessoas são capazes de fazer para sobreviver, a diferente maneira como a guerra afeta de modos diferentes pessoas de diferentes classes, como algumas pessoas sofrem tanto com a guerra e algumas poucas quase nem percebem. Enfim, uma reflexão que valeria outra postagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se alguém se interessar, tenho o livro e posso emprestar:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-5695623382490081943?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5695623382490081943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5695623382490081943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5695623382490081943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5695623382490081943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/cidade-de-ladroes-2010.html' title='Cidade de Ladrões (2010)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ClqFujrOl94/TYS7YAUP_AI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RrpBlhmAaYY/s72-c/cidade+de+ladr%25C3%25B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-726625670792209850</id><published>2011-03-25T23:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:06:00.381-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas que me deixam feliz - Parte 4 - 25/03/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Ganhar presentes.&lt;br /&gt;2- Terminar de ler um livro.&lt;br /&gt;3- Passar o dia inteiro de pijama em casa.&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Tomar água de coco bem gelada (principalmente na praia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Receber e-mails dos meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;6- Ler postagens legais em blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-726625670792209850?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/726625670792209850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=726625670792209850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/726625670792209850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/726625670792209850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/seis-coisas-que-me-deixam-feliz-parte-4.html' title='Seis coisas que me deixam feliz - Parte 4 - 25/03/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2374856106970559719</id><published>2011-03-24T23:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:22:15.024-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>São Paulo, 24 de março de 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje meu dia foi muito legal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu acordei como em um dia normal e no caminho fui ouvindo meu MP3 que ganhei de presente da minha irmã no Natal do ano passado. Então, já estava bem humorada. Cheguei no trabalho, e dessa vez não cheguei atrasada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De manhã, a moça do plano de saúde me ligou pra marcar uma visita! Finalmente consegui marcar de fazer um plano de saúde de novo. Daí, a Jany cancelou nosso almoço, porém, marcou um jantar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, fui almoçar com o pessoal do trabalho. O famoso pastel e pudim que o Emílio, que é uma das pessoas com quem divido a sala, tanto fala. Na volta, encontrei meu primo Hugo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;À tarde, recebi um telefonema marcando uma entrevista em uma editora onde eu realmente quero trabalhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, às 18h15 saí do trabalho e fui à missa (tudo bem que cheguei atrasada) e depois fui na casa da Jany. Jantamos strogonoff (hummmm) e tomamos sorvete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voltei pra casa e encontrei meus nove livros que comprei por R$ 39,80. E agora, estou aqui escrevendo enquanto vejo o Minas ganhando do Montes Claros e se classificando para a semi-final:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas agora vem a parte chata do dia, que é arrumar a mala para amanhã... mas tudo bem! Depois, finalmente dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2374856106970559719?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2374856106970559719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2374856106970559719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2374856106970559719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2374856106970559719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/sao-paulo-24-de-marco-de-2011.html' title='São Paulo, 24 de março de 2011.'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5246620833515765659</id><published>2011-03-23T22:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:06:00.284-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros autores'/><title type='text'>Essencial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E8GSgiDDQeI/TYaeX_yPPqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4QhEK2MYqkg/s1600/Essencial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E8GSgiDDQeI/TYaeX_yPPqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4QhEK2MYqkg/s320/Essencial.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;By Walter Kostner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-5246620833515765659?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5246620833515765659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5246620833515765659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5246620833515765659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5246620833515765659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/essencial.html' title='Essencial'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-E8GSgiDDQeI/TYaeX_yPPqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/4QhEK2MYqkg/s72-c/Essencial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2335710100192609855</id><published>2011-03-22T23:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:31:22.630-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como é difícil responder todas as msg, e-mails, scraps de niver... mas estou me esforçando :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2335710100192609855?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2335710100192609855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2335710100192609855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2335710100192609855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2335710100192609855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-e-dificil-responder-todas-as-msg-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2223980135507482920</id><published>2011-03-21T23:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:06:00.170-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><title type='text'>Capuccino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O capuccino italiano seria leite com café, mas o leite é uma espuma. Uma delícia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, vou escrever aqui a receita daquele pó, que tem chocolate também. Vamos lá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 lata (400g) de leite em pó;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 envelope de chantilly em pó;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De 50g a 100g de café em pó solúvel;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 colheres de sopa de chocolate em pó;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 colher (café) de bicabornato de sódio;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Canela em pó e açúcar a gosto (eu não coloco na mistura, deixo que cada um coloque na sua caneca).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Modo de preparo&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Misturar muito bem todos os ingrediente e o pó está pronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para fazer o capuccino, é só esquentar água ou leite e misturar com o pó. São mais ou menos duas colheres cheias para 200mL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2223980135507482920?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2223980135507482920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2223980135507482920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2223980135507482920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2223980135507482920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/capuccino.html' title='Capuccino'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-1879683649912903647</id><published>2011-03-20T21:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:06:00.234-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Tá chovendo hambúrguer (Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KUdYOQN2g3c/TW1-B8DJcSI/AAAAAAAAALo/2u8dFhQVMVw/s1600/T%25C3%25A1+chovendo+hamb%25C3%25BArguer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KUdYOQN2g3c/TW1-B8DJcSI/AAAAAAAAALo/2u8dFhQVMVw/s320/T%25C3%25A1+chovendo+hamb%25C3%25BArguer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A primeira vez que assisti a esse filme, foi na minha volta da Itália, e naquele dia, acho que vi uns três filmes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No mês passado, passou várias vezes na tv, e assisti em uma madrugada, quando eu ainda não estava trabalhando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A tradução do título, foi hambúrguer, mas meatball é almôndega. Então lembrei que aprendi a fazer uma almôndega muito boa na Itália, mas não sei as quantidades exatas, mesmo assim, aí vai a "receita":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almôndegas ao limão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça almôndegas. Lá, a gente fazia assim: temperava a carne moída com alho, cebola, sal, pimenta, enfim, o que você gostar. Depois colocávamos um ovo para dar liga e pão velho amolecido (é só deixar de molho no leite até ficar mole e depois expremer bem). Daí é só fazer bolinhas. Às vezes, a gente colocava queijo dentro. E também pode passar na farinha de rosca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora vem a parte legal: Em uma frigideira, frite uma cebola cortada em rodelas e, com o fogo bem alto, coloque as almôndegas e vire, elas vão ficar douradas, mas cruas por dentro. Então, abaixe o fogo, jogue um pouco de vinho branco e suco de um limão. Daí é só tampar e esperar que cozinhe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-1879683649912903647?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1879683649912903647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=1879683649912903647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1879683649912903647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1879683649912903647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/ta-chovendo-hamburguer-cloudy-with.html' title='Tá chovendo hambúrguer (Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-KUdYOQN2g3c/TW1-B8DJcSI/AAAAAAAAALo/2u8dFhQVMVw/s72-c/T%25C3%25A1+chovendo+hamb%25C3%25BArguer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-1803015096052741001</id><published>2011-03-19T11:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:35:08.231-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Finalmente, um fim de semana em Ibiúna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olá pessoal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daqui a pouco eu vou para Ibiúna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nossa, faz muito tempo que não apareço por ali. Estou com saudades. Também vou no jantar oriental com meus pais, acho que faz anos que não vou nesse jantar. Vai ser legal, e quem sabe encontro pessoas conhecidas da época da escola...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim, vai ser um fim de semana tranquilo, de descanso e comida. Vou recuperar as forças para recomeçar mais uma semana...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom fim de semana a todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-1803015096052741001?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1803015096052741001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=1803015096052741001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1803015096052741001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1803015096052741001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/finalmente-um-fim-de-semana-em-ibiuna.html' title='Finalmente, um fim de semana em Ibiúna'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5220586248754838401</id><published>2011-03-18T23:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:06:00.277-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 7 - 18/03/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Dos Natais na praia.&lt;br /&gt;2- De brincar de barbie.&lt;br /&gt;3- De andar pela rua e conhecer várias pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;4- Da escola Nacional Gen 3 com a Nádia em janeiro de 2004.&lt;br /&gt;5- De voltar para casa a pé da facul junto com meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;6- De ver as folhas caídas no outono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-5220586248754838401?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5220586248754838401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5220586248754838401' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5220586248754838401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5220586248754838401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/seis-coisas-de-que-sinto-saudades-parte_18.html' title='Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 7 - 18/03/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5410558609618767776</id><published>2011-03-16T22:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T22:06:00.385-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros autores'/><title type='text'>I'll be there for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;So no one told you life was gonna be this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When it hasn't been your day, your week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Your month or even your year but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(When the rain starts to pour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(Like I've been there before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;('Cause you're there for me too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You're still in bed at ten and work began at eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You've burned your breakfast so far things are going great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Your mother warned you there'd be days like these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But she didn't tell you when the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Has brought you down to your knees that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(When the rain starts to pour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(Like I've been there before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;('Cause you're there for me too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;No one could ever know me, no one could ever see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Since you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Someone I'll always laugh with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Even at my worst, I'm best with you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When it hasn't been your day, your week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Your month, or even your year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(When the rain starts to pour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(Like I've been there before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;('Cause you're there for me too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(When the rain starts to pour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(Like I've been there before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;('Cause you're there for me too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Rembrandts &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/2488120927595850852-5410558609618767776?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5410558609618767776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5410558609618767776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5410558609618767776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5410558609618767776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll be there for you'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2984468668204288394</id><published>2011-03-15T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:09:13.341-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>Como foi a viagem para Vitória - Carnaval 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje faz quase uma semana que voltei de Vitória e agora vou contar como foi a viagem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, não tenho fotos, tenho que pedir para a Cibele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom, como contei &lt;a href="http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/viagem-de-carnaval.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, meu bus era às 22h. Não saiu tããããão atrasado, só meia hora. Mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pensa num trânsito... bom, eu entrei no bus e era executivo, confortável. Tinha tv, mas disseram que não ia ter filme. Ok, sem problemas, afinal, com quatro anos de treinamento, viajando seis horas nos feriados, subi no ônibus e dormi. Desci na primeira parada e comprei alguma coisa para comer de manhã e não descer na segunda parada. Quando parou, fiquei dormindo e paramos uma terceira vez para trocar de motorista. Nesse momento, acordei e comi, depois de ter ouvido o motorista dizer que teríamos que parar mais uma vez para almoçar porque não conseguiríamos chegar na hora, e mais, disse que iam passar filmes, ou seja, ainda faltava um tempão. E, de fato, passaram uns quatro ou cinco filmes. E nesse tempo, sempre ia trocando sms com a Cy, que estava num ônibus convencional de verdade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente chegamos... a Cy às 18h e eu às 19h. VINTE E UMA horas de viagem, perdemos um dia :( Mas tudo bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Durante todos os dias do feriado, choveu, ou quando não estava chovendo, estava nublado. Até ameaçou sair um sol, mas depois ele se escondeu de novo. O resultado foi muito descanso e nem molhei meu maiô. Ah, e, claro, muita, muita comida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegamos sábado, jantamos e fomos dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No domingo, acordamos, fizemos uma caminhada na praia, almoçamos uma lasanha muito boa com a Fernandinha e a Nayarinha:) Depois vimos um filme, fomos à missa e visitamos a irmã da Cy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Segunda foi o dia de conhecer Guarapari!!! E alguns dos amigos da Cy. Deu pra caminhar, almoçar e começou a chover. Mesmo assim, tomamos sorvete e depois fomos embora para ir ao cinema. Como disse &lt;a href="http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/esposa-de-mentirinha-just-go-with-it.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, assitimos ao filme &lt;i&gt;Esposa de mentirinha&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terça foi um dia tranquilo... e à noite fomos pegar o bus de volta. Ainda bem que a volta durou 14 horas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Resumidamente foi assim:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2984468668204288394?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2984468668204288394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2984468668204288394' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2984468668204288394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2984468668204288394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-foi-viagem-para-vitoria-carnaval.html' title='Como foi a viagem para Vitória - Carnaval 2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-1971173653051017560</id><published>2011-03-13T22:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:56:48.955-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Esposa de mentirinha (Just go with it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qZcXGY1xPb0/TXgvsY_BWMI/AAAAAAAAALw/Dy5e1TRA9Hg/s1600/Esposa+de+mentirinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qZcXGY1xPb0/TXgvsY_BWMI/AAAAAAAAALw/Dy5e1TRA9Hg/s320/Esposa+de+mentirinha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assisti no cinema em Vitória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Queríamos ver "O discurso do rei", mas só tinham lugares na primeira fila, então, decidimos ver esse outro filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É uma comédia romântica previsível, mas dá pra rir :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-1971173653051017560?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1971173653051017560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=1971173653051017560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1971173653051017560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1971173653051017560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/esposa-de-mentirinha-just-go-with-it.html' title='Esposa de mentirinha (Just go with it)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qZcXGY1xPb0/TXgvsY_BWMI/AAAAAAAAALw/Dy5e1TRA9Hg/s72-c/Esposa+de+mentirinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-7539470152451668141</id><published>2011-03-11T23:06:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:06:00.274-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 6 - 11/03/2011 - Especial Ibiúna</title><content type='html'>1- De poder ir a pé para todos os lugares.&lt;br /&gt;2- Do friozinho.&lt;br /&gt;3- De todos os meus amigos da escola, do vôlei...&lt;br /&gt;4- Da elite do pão de queijo.&lt;br /&gt;5- De não ter celular.&lt;br /&gt;6- De comer yakisoba no Nomura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-7539470152451668141?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7539470152451668141/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=7539470152451668141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7539470152451668141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7539470152451668141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/seis-coisas-de-que-sinto-saudades-parte.html' title='Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 6 - 11/03/2011 - Especial Ibiúna'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-9051628950667688162</id><published>2011-03-09T22:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:06:00.339-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros autores'/><title type='text'>Soneto de fidelidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;De tudo ao meu amor serei atento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Antes, e com tal zelo, e sempre, e tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Que mesmo em face do maior encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dele se encante mais meu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Quero vivê-lo em cada vão momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E em seu louvor hei de espalhar meu canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E rir meu riso e derramar meu pranto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ao seu pesar ou seu contentamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;E assim, quando mais tarde me procure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Quem sabe a morte, angústia de quem vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Quem sabe a solidão, fim de quem ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Eu possa me dizer do amor (que tive):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Que não seja imortal, posto que é chama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-9051628950667688162?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/9051628950667688162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=9051628950667688162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/9051628950667688162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/9051628950667688162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/soneto-de-fidelidade.html' title='Soneto de fidelidade'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5958339355659900433</id><published>2011-03-06T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:06:00.656-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Como se fosse a primeira vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Bonitinho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyiXQQiy0vc/TV5_lblwbwI/AAAAAAAAALY/T7K89MwtTsA/s1600/como_se_fosse_a_primeira_vez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyiXQQiy0vc/TV5_lblwbwI/AAAAAAAAALY/T7K89MwtTsA/s1600/como_se_fosse_a_primeira_vez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Wouldn't It Be Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Beach Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Composição: Brian Wilson - Tony Asher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we were older&lt;br /&gt;Then we wouldn't have to wait so long&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't it be nice to live together&lt;br /&gt;In the kind of world where we belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You know it's gonna make it that much better&lt;br /&gt;When we can say goodnight and stay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when the day is new&lt;br /&gt;And after having spent the day together&lt;br /&gt;Hold each other close the whole night through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Happy times together we've been spending&lt;br /&gt;I wish that every kiss was never ending&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;It might come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;We could be married&lt;br /&gt;And then we'd be happy&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You know it seems the more we talk about it&lt;br /&gt;It only makes it worse to live without it&lt;br /&gt;But let's talk about it&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice&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/2488120927595850852-5958339355659900433?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5958339355659900433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5958339355659900433' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5958339355659900433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5958339355659900433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-se-fosse-primeira-vez.html' title='Como se fosse a primeira vez'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyiXQQiy0vc/TV5_lblwbwI/AAAAAAAAALY/T7K89MwtTsA/s72-c/como_se_fosse_a_primeira_vez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4812662279608760238</id><published>2011-03-04T22:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T22:00:02.032-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>Viagem de Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey pessoal!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Malas prontas para o Carnaval?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se tudo deu certo, a essa hora estou entrando no ônibus para enfrentar uma viagem de 14 horas para Vitória com a minha amiga Cibele :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabem, a única coisa que eu gosto do Carnaval é o fato de ser feriado... não gosto de lugares super cheios, principalmente quando tem trânsito, não gosto muito de pular carnaval, ou de ficar na rua (acho que fiz isso uma ou duas vezes nos meus 23 anos de vida!) e eu odeio ligar a tv e ficar vendo as notas das escolas de samba. Desculpem pessoas que amam carnaval!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na Itália, se come no carnaval, o prato típico, é tipo uma massa de pastel frita ou assada com açúcar confeiteiro, o que é gostoso, e não é feriado, o que é chato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Cy me disse que em Vitória não tem nada nem ninguém no carnaval e acho que é por isso que eu quero ir :) e tem praia, quero mesmo descansar... depois conto como foi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até mais 0/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4812662279608760238?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4812662279608760238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4812662279608760238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4812662279608760238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4812662279608760238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/viagem-de-carnaval.html' title='Viagem de Carnaval'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-7689370818619597519</id><published>2011-03-04T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:06:58.736-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Indiferença</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boa noite pessoas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu já tinha ido dormir, mas não estava conseguindo, tinham muitos pensamentos na minha cabeça e resolvi honrar a função do blog como diário eletrônico:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bom, hoje aconteceu um fato no metrô que me fez refletir, foi uma coisa bem simples... agora que estou trabalhando na Paulista e pego metrô no horário comercial, vou toda expremida, enfrento a multidão. Hoje, na volta, não foi diferente e naquele bolo de pessoas que tentavam descer as escadas, havia uma mulher um pouco perdida que merguntou algo a uma outra mulher que estava naquele bolo, e nada de resposta, então olhei para a mulher perdida e perguntei o que ela queria saber, e era simples, para onde ela tinha que ir para pegar o metrô para o Tucuruvi, assim, falei pra ela e ela se juntou à multidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, foi errado, mas não consegui não julgar a moça que não respondeu, talvez ela realmente não soubesse, mas quando vi a cena, tive a impressão de que ela simplesmente não se importava. Não sei se é porque São Paulo tem esse ritmo de vida louco, e as pessoas não andam, mas correm, o relógio corre e todos estão sempre sem tempo, atrasados, querendo chegar logo nos lugares, mas aqui as pessoas, no geral, são indiferentes. Tudo bem que não é uma desculpa, mas é assim. Já me peguei várias vezes irritada com a pessoa da minha frente que anda muito devagar, ou muito de mal humor porque as pessoas ficam na porta do metrô quando não vão descer na próxima estação, ando rápido pela rua, quase sem olhar para os lados e não sinto constantemente a dor de ver pessoas morando nas ruas, não como antes, só às vezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma amiga minha me disse que chora toda a semana na condução, vendo as pessoas, e isso pode parecer uma besteira, ou que ela é muito sensível; e ela disse que queria não chorar mais e não passar vergonha e a nossa conclusão foi que no dia em que isso acontecer, vai ser triste, porque significa que ela se acostumou a ver várias mães com filhos pegando a condução lotada, ou mesmo que esses fatos se tornam indiferentes para nós, afinal, tem tantas pessoas morando na rua, tantas pessoas pedindo dinheiro, tantas pessoas distribuindo papéizinhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aliás, quando eu estava na facul, uma menina dos EUA morou um mês na minha República, e um dia fomos ao centro da cidade, onde tinham pessoas distribuindo panfletos nas ruas e ela simplesmente ignorava as pessoas, o que era muito estranho para mim, mas normal para ela, normal nos EUA. E se eu não tomar cuidado, pode ser que quando alguém me oferecer um papelzinho, em vez de olhar para a pessoa e dizer "não obrigada" com um sorrizinho, eu simplesmente passe a ignorá-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom, agora eu moro em São Paulo (mas não quero morar aqui pra sempre...) e tenho que me acostumar com a cidade, com o ritmo louco, mas ao mesmo tempo, tomar cuidado para não ficar indiferente ao que acontece ao meu redor, e tentar fazer alguma coisa para melhorar um tequinho a cidade, nem que seja olhar para a pessoa quando ela fala comigo, ou dar uma informação, ou dizer um "não obrigada" a um panfleto (já que se eu pega, nem vou olhar e vou jogar no próximo lixo, e não importa que essas pessoas que distribuem o papel nem liguem e só queiram terminar logo), ou mesmo me sentir triste dentro do metrô, enfim, acho que de pequenos atos, podemos melhorar o mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-7689370818619597519?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7689370818619597519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=7689370818619597519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7689370818619597519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7689370818619597519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/indiferenca.html' title='Indiferença'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2703934656208138896</id><published>2011-03-02T23:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:06:00.498-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros autores'/><title type='text'>Parola di Vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Anche a noi, come a Maria, Dio vuole svelare quanto ha pensato su ciascuno di noi, vuol farci conoscere la nostra vera identità. “Vuoi che io faccia di te e della tua vita un capolavoro? – sembra dirci – Segui la strada che ti indico e diverrai chi da sempre sei nel mio cuore. Io, infatti, da tutta l’eternità ti ho pensato ed amato, ho pronunciato il tuo nome. Dicendoti la mia volontà rivelo il tuo vero io”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ecco allora che la sua volontà non è un’imposizione che ci coarta, ma lo svelamento del suo amore per noi, del suo progetto su di noi; ed è sublime come Dio stesso, affascinante ed estasiante come il suo volto: è Lui stesso che si dona. La volontà di Dio è un filo d’oro, una divina trama che tesse tutta la nostra vita terrena e oltre; va dall’eternità all’eternità: nella mente di Dio dapprima, su questa terra dopo, ed infine in Paradiso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ma, perché il disegno di Dio si compia in pienezza Dio chiede il mio, il tuo assenso, come lo ha chiesto a Maria. Solo così si realizza la parola che ha pronunciato su di me, su di te. Allora anche noi, come Maria, siamo chiamati a dire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Eccomi, sono la serva del Signore, avvenga di me quello che hai detto“.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Certamente la sua volontà non ci è sempre chiara. Come Maria anche noi dovremo domandare luce per capire quello che Dio vuole. Occorre ascoltare bene la sua voce dentro di noi, in piena sincerità, consigliandoci se occorre con chi può aiutarci. Ma una volta compresa la sua volontà subito vogliamo dirgli di sì. Se, infatti, abbiamo capito che la sua volontà è quanto di più grande e di più bello possa esserci nella nostra vita, non ci rassegneremo a “dover” fare la volontà di Dio, ma saremo contenti di “poter” fare la volontà di Dio, di poter seguire il suo progetto, così che avvenga quello che Lui ha pensato per noi. E’ il meglio che possiamo fare, la cosa più intelligente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Le parole di Maria – “Eccomi, sono la serva del Signore” – sono dunque la nostra risposta d’amore all’amore di Dio. Esse ci mantengono sempre rivolti a Lui, in ascolto, in obbedienza, con l’unico desiderio di compiere il suo volere per essere come Lui ci vuole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A volte tuttavia quello che Lui ci chiede può apparirci assurdo. Ci sembrerebbe meglio fare diversamente, vorremmo essere noi a prendere in mano la nostra vita. Ci verrebbe addirittura voglia di consigliare Dio, di dirgli noi come fare e come non fare. Ma se credo che Dio è amore e mi fido di Lui, so che quanto predispone nella mia vita e nella vita di quanti mi sono accanto è per il mio bene, per il loro bene. Allora mi consegno a Lui, mi abbandono con piena fiducia alla sua volontà e la voglio con tutto me stesso, fino ad essere uno con essa, sapendo che accogliere la sua volontà è accogliere Lui, abbracciare Lui, nutrirsi di Lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Nulla, lo dobbiamo credere, succede a caso. Nessun avvenimento gioioso, indifferente o doloroso, nessun incontro, nessuna situazione di famiglia, di lavoro, di scuola, nessuna condizione di salute fisica o morale è senza senso. Ma ogni cosa – avvenimenti, situazioni, persone – è portatrice di un messaggio da parte di Dio, ogni cosa contribuisce al compimento del disegno di Dio, che scopriremo a poco a poco, giorno per giorno, facendo come Maria, la volontà di Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Eccomi, sono la serva del Signore, avvenga di me quello che hai detto“.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Come vivere allora questa Parola? Il nostro sì alla Parola di Dio significa concretamente fare bene, per intero, ogni momento, quell’azione che la volontà di Dio ci chiede. Essere tutti lì in quell’opera, eliminando ogni altra cosa, perdendo pensieri, desideri, ricordi, azioni che riguardano altro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Di fronte ad ogni volontà di Dio dolorosa, gioiosa, indifferente, possiamo ripetere: “avvenga di me quello che hai detto”, oppure, come ci ha insegnato Gesù nel “Padre nostro”: “sia fatta la tua volontà”. Diciamolo prima di ogni nostra azione: “avvenga”, “sia fatta”. E compiremo attimo dopo attimo, tassello per tassello, il meraviglioso, unico e irrepetibile mosaico della nostra vita che il Signore da sempre ha pensato per ciascuno di noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Chiara Lubich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Parola di vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;, dicembre 2002, pubblicata per intero in &lt;i&gt;Città Nuova&lt;/i&gt;, 2002/22, p.7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.focolare.org/it/news/2011/03/01/eccomi-sono-la-serva-del-signore-avvenga-di-me-quello-che-hai-detto-lc-138/"&gt;http://www.focolare.org/it/news/2011/03/01/eccomi-sono-la-serva-del-signore-avvenga-di-me-quello-che-hai-detto-lc-138/&lt;/a&gt;, acessado em 01/03/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&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/2488120927595850852-2703934656208138896?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2703934656208138896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2703934656208138896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2703934656208138896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2703934656208138896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/parola-di-vita.html' title='Parola di Vita'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2657501759291148254</id><published>2011-03-02T00:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:01:33.760-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Março!</title><content type='html'>E começou o mês mais bonito do ano!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2657501759291148254?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2657501759291148254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2657501759291148254' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2657501759291148254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2657501759291148254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/03/marco.html' title='Março!'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5975162161236618931</id><published>2011-02-27T22:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:06:00.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Cisne Negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yng46DnwYug/TWHMTjQuf7I/AAAAAAAAALc/3R2aBuOP21Q/s1600/Cisne+Negro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yng46DnwYug/TWHMTjQuf7I/AAAAAAAAALc/3R2aBuOP21Q/s320/Cisne+Negro.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na semana passada fui ao cinema e assisti a esse filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois, procurei a história do "Lago dos cisnes", um dos balés mais conhecidos do mundo criado por Tchaikovsky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A história tem quatro atos e é basicamente assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um feiticeiro chamado Von Rothbart transforma Odette e suas companheiras em cisnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um príncipe chamado Siegfried é pressionado pela sua mãe rainha a encontrar uma esposa. Um dia, à noite, ele vai caçar e então vê os cisnes se transformarem em lindas moças e a rainha dos cisnes, Odette, conta ao príncipe sobre o encanto de ser cisnes durante o dia e voltar à forma normal à noite, e diz que esse encanto só será quebrado se um jovem lhe jurar fidelidade e casar-se com ela. Siegfried promete a Odette que fará isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na outra noite, há um baile para que o príncipe escolha sua esposa. O feiticeiro Von Rothbart leva sua filha Odile que acaba seduzindo o príncipe, também com a mesma aparência de Odette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao saber disso, Odette fica muito triste e é consolada pelas companheiras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há várias versões para o final: no filme, o cisne branco se mata e encontra a liberdade. Em outro final, Odette e o príncipe se matam e encontram a liberdade e o amor na vida após a morte, e ainda, há o final em que juntos eles conseguem derrotar o feiticeiro e ficam livre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-5975162161236618931?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5975162161236618931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5975162161236618931' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5975162161236618931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5975162161236618931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/cisne-negro.html' title='Cisne Negro'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yng46DnwYug/TWHMTjQuf7I/AAAAAAAAALc/3R2aBuOP21Q/s72-c/Cisne+Negro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5096752788471921536</id><published>2011-02-26T23:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:06:00.429-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>A menina que roubava livros (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zhZ21Ek1HQ/TWVUiQYRYuI/AAAAAAAAALg/e6v9e0rkScU/s1600/a-menina-que-roubava-livros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zhZ21Ek1HQ/TWVUiQYRYuI/AAAAAAAAALg/e6v9e0rkScU/s320/a-menina-que-roubava-livros.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Título original: &lt;i&gt;The book Thief&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Autor: Markus Zusak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tradutora: Vera Ribeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Editora: Intrínseca (Rio de Janeiro)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sim, o Führer decidiu que dominaria o mundo com as palavras. "Jamais dispararei uma arma", concebeu. "Não precisarei fazê-lo." Mesmo assim, não se precipitou. Reconheçamos nele ao menos isso. Ele não tinha nada de burro. Seu primeiro plano de ataque foi plantar as palavras em tantas áreas de sua terra natal quantas fosse possível. Plantou-as dia e noite, e as cultivou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Observou-as crescer, até que grandes florestas de palavras acabaram crescendo por toda a Alemanha... Era uma nação de pensamentos cultivados.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A menina que roubava livros&lt;/i&gt; é a história, como diz o título, de uma menina que roubava livros. Liesel Meminger. Ela presencia a morte do irmão, um fato que a perseguirá futuramente, e é nesse dia que rouba seu primeiro livro. Depois, é adotada por uma família, um casal, e o pai a ensina a ler. Liesel se apaixona logo por livros e passa a roubá-los, um de cada vez, somente depois que termina de ler o anterior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Além desse fato de roubar livros, a história se passa na Alemanha, durante a 2ª Guerra Mundial e é muito interessante a junção da história dessa menina que roubava livros com a história da Alemanha nesse período.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para se juntar a fatos interessantes do livro, a história é narrada por um personagem que está sempre presente, a Morte, que apresenta seu ponto de vista à medida que conta os fatos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vale a pena ler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-5096752788471921536?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5096752788471921536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5096752788471921536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5096752788471921536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5096752788471921536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/menina-que-roubava-livros-2007.html' title='A menina que roubava livros (2007)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7zhZ21Ek1HQ/TWVUiQYRYuI/AAAAAAAAALg/e6v9e0rkScU/s72-c/a-menina-que-roubava-livros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-8614264235542697829</id><published>2011-02-25T23:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:26:19.031-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que eu não gosto - Parte 3 - 25/02/2011</title><content type='html'>1-Quando faz muito calor.&lt;br /&gt;2-Do trânsito de São Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;3-De pegar ônibus lotado.&lt;br /&gt;4-De pegar ônibus quando está trânsito e calor (eu realmente ODEIO isso).&lt;br /&gt;5-Da poluição.&lt;br /&gt;6-De jogar comidas estragadas no lixo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-8614264235542697829?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8614264235542697829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=8614264235542697829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8614264235542697829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8614264235542697829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/seis-coisas-que-eu-nao-gosto-parte-3.html' title='Seis coisas de que eu não gosto - Parte 3 - 25/02/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-7483418895205796074</id><published>2011-02-25T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:22:54.023-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>São Paulo, 24 de fevereiro de 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, sei que já é dia 25 porque já passou da meia noite... mas tudo bem , porque voou falar sobre o dia 24.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como eu disse ontem, eu e a minha irmã fomos comprar roupas. Essa é a melhor época pra comprar roupas, tudo em liquidação, promoção, etc, etc. E não me importa se está em liquidação porque é coleção passada, ou porque vou ficar por fora da moda, o que importa é que dá pra comprar muitas coisas gastando não tanto assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fomos ao Shopping Tatuapé, tudo bem que é longe, mas é no metrô e tem várias lojas. Estávamos lá, felizes, já tínhamos comprado algumas coisas e o que acontece? Acaba a força... inacreditável. Ficamos lá mais um pouquinho pra ver se voltava, mas nada aconteceu. Então fomos embora e passamos no Shopping Santa Cruz, sem muitas esperanças, porque o sopping é pequeno e nem tem tantas e tantas lojas. Mas, a bendita liquidação nos salvou e encontramos várias roupas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois desse dia cansativo de andar e provar roupas, voltamos para casa. Meu irmão já estava terminando de preparar o jantar :) Oba!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E pra terminar o dia, fomos ao supermercado. Um dia completo de compras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-7483418895205796074?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7483418895205796074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=7483418895205796074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7483418895205796074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7483418895205796074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/sao-paulo-24-de-fevereiro-de-2011.html' title='São Paulo, 24 de fevereiro de 2011.'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4988132503089637911</id><published>2011-02-23T19:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:39:03.757-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>São Paulo, 23 de fevereiro de 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olá pessoas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na verdade, eu queria ter escrito ontem, mas esqueci. Então vou postar hoje mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esses dias estão sendo um pouco iguais, sempre procurando um emprego, mas tá difícil. Além disso, descanso bastante, cuido do blog e de vez em quando fico de dona de casa, lavando louça, ontei limpei um cômodo (odeio a parte de ser dona de casa, é chato...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem eu saí um pouco de casa, fui no supermercado com a minha irmã. Compramos coisas gostosas, tipo sorvete e nutella :) Daí, chegamos em casa e acabou a força. O lado bom foi que já estávamos em casa. O ruim foi que ficamos umas 4 horas sem energia! Acabou umas 17 e pouco e só voltou às 21h! Um absurdo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim, fiquei lendo à luz de velas. Agora terminei de ler &lt;i&gt;A menina que roubava livros&lt;/i&gt;, e, no próximo sábado, um post sobre o livro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje fui me encontrar com a minha amiga Renata, trocamos chocolate e conversamos, foi divertido. Agora voltei pra casa e amanhã vou com a minha irmã comprar roupas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4988132503089637911?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4988132503089637911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4988132503089637911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4988132503089637911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4988132503089637911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/sao-paulo-23-de-fevereiro-de-2011.html' title='São Paulo, 23 de fevereiro de 2011.'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-8034287388425716620</id><published>2011-02-20T21:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:06:00.259-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Armageddon</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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E a música, não tem como não lembrar:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;br /&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Far away and dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;br /&gt;Well, every moment spent with you&lt;br /&gt;Is a moment I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying close to you&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;br /&gt;Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna stay with you&lt;br /&gt;In this moment forever, forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;br /&gt;And stay here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'd miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna fall asleep, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss a thing&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/2488120927595850852-8034287388425716620?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8034287388425716620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=8034287388425716620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8034287388425716620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8034287388425716620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/armageddon.html' title='Armageddon'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TVFMUPTiTSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/JDl_AtYgLjk/s72-c/Armageddon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-1107163113290249281</id><published>2011-02-18T22:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:41:54.374-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Como anda a minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olá pessoal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Resolvi escrever um pouco sobre como anda a minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mudanças e mais mudanças. Dúvidas e mais dúvidas. Esperando surpresas e mais surpresas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É ruim estar sem emprego ou sem saber muito bem o que fazer. É estranho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas estou tentando não entrar em crise. Na verdade, estou tranquila e ao mesmo tempo ansiosa para que tudo se resolva logo. Eu sou uma pessoa sistemática, então é ruim não ter uma rotina, uma organização. E é assim que vou vivendo, indo para frente...&lt;br /&gt;E agora vou terminar de assistir ao jogo de vôlei, Montes Claros x Vôlei Futuro. Montes Claros está ganhando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-1107163113290249281?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1107163113290249281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=1107163113290249281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1107163113290249281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1107163113290249281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/como-anda-minha-vida.html' title='Como anda a minha vida'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-7265498176998418251</id><published>2011-02-16T22:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:27:56.924-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros autores'/><title type='text'>Parola di Vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"Tutti quelli che sono guidati dallo Spirito di Dio, costoro sono figli di Dio".(Rm 8,14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Febbraio 2011 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Questa Parola è nel cuore dell’inno che Paolo canta alla bellezza della vita cristiana, alla sua novità e libertà, frutto del battesimo e della fede in Gesù che ci innestano pienamente in lui, e per lui nel dinamismo della vita trinitaria. Diventando una persona sola con Cristo, ne condividiamo lo Spirito e tutti i suoi frutti, primo fra ogni altro la figliolanza di Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Anche se Paolo parla di “adozione” , lo fa soltanto per distinguerla dalla posizione di figlio naturale che compete solo all’unico Figlio di Dio. La nostra non è una relazione col Padre puramente giuridica come sarebbe quella di figli adottivi, ma qualcosa di sostanziale, che muta la nostra stessa natura, come per una nuova nascita. Perché tutta la nostra vita viene animata da un principio nuovo, da uno spirito nuovo che è lo stesso Spirito di Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;E non si finirebbe più di cantare, con Paolo, il miracolo di morte e resurrezione che opera in noi la grazia del battesimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Tutti quelli che sono guidati dallo Spirito di Dio, costoro sono figli di Dio”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Questa Parola ci dice qualcosa che ha a che fare con la nostra vita di cristiani, nella quale lo Spirito di Gesù introduce un dinamismo, una tensione che Paolo condensa nella contrapposizione fra carne e spirito, intendendo per carne l’uomo intero (corpo e anima) con tutta la sua costituzionale fragilità e il suo egoismo continuamente in lotta con la legge dell’amore, anzi con l’Amore stesso che è stato riversato nei nostri cuori .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Coloro infatti che sono guidati dallo Spirito, devono affrontare ogni giorno il “buon combattimento della fede” per poter rintuzzare tutte le inclinazioni al male e vivere secondo la fede professata nel battesimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ma come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Si sa che, perché lo Spirito Santo agisca, occorre la nostra corrispondenza, e san Paolo, scrivendo questa Parola, pensava soprattutto a quel dovere dei seguaci di Cristo, che è proprio il rinnegamento di sé, la lotta contro l’egoismo nelle sue forme più svariate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ma è questa morte a noi stessi che produce vita, così che ogni taglio, ogni potatura, ogni no al nostro io egoistico è sorgente di luce nuova, di pace, di gioia, di amore, di libertà interiore; è porta aperta allo Spirito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Rendendo più libero lo Spirito Santo che è nei nostri cuori, egli potrà elargirci con più abbondanza i suoi doni, e potrà guidarci nel cammino della vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Tutti quelli che sono guidati dallo Spirito di Dio, costoro sono figli di Dio”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Come vivere allora questa Parola?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Dobbiamo anzitutto renderci sempre più coscienti della presenza dello Spirito Santo in noi: portiamo nel nostro intimo un tesoro immenso; ma non ce ne rendiamo abbastanza conto. Possediamo una ricchezza straordinaria; ma resta per lo più inutilizzata.&lt;br /&gt;Poi, affinché la sua voce sia da noi sentita e seguita, dobbiamo dire di no a tutto ciò che è contro la volontà di Dio e dire di sì a tutto il suo volere: no alle tentazioni, tagliando corto con le relative suggestioni; sì ai compiti che Dio ci ha affidato; sì all’amore verso tutti i prossimi; sì alle prove e alle difficoltà che incontriamo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Se così faremo lo Spirito Santo ci guiderà dando alla nostra vita cristiana quel sapore, quel vigore, quel mordente, quella luminosità, che non può non avere se è autentica.&lt;br /&gt;Allora anche chi è vicino a noi s’accorgerà che non siamo solo figli della nostra famiglia umana, ma figli di Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Chiara Lubich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Fonte: http://www.focolare.org/it/news/2011/02/01/febbraio-2011/, acessado em 05 de fevereiro de 2011.&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/2488120927595850852-7265498176998418251?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7265498176998418251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=7265498176998418251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7265498176998418251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7265498176998418251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/parola-di-vita.html' title='Parola di Vita'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-7481755386227793698</id><published>2011-02-13T21:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T10:41:09.718-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Ratatouille</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TVFKj4oWL0I/AAAAAAAAALM/wO7nYnenKMQ/s1600/Ratatouille.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TVFKj4oWL0I/AAAAAAAAALM/wO7nYnenKMQ/s320/Ratatouille.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Tinha que colocar a receira, né? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;6 cebolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;6 tomates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;6 abobrinhas italianas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1 berinjela grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1 pimentão verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1 pimentão vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;2 dentes de alho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Sal e pimenta do reino a gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1 folha de louro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Manjericão fresco a gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Azeite de oliva a gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Modo de preparo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Corte a berinjela em rodelas finas e deixe de molho numa bacia com água e umas 4 colheres de sopa de vinagre durante 15 minutos, para evitar que amargue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Corte a abobrinha em rodelas finas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Corte os tomates em cubinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Retire as sementes do pimentão e pique em tiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Coloque o óleo de oliva na panela e deixe aquecer, acrescente as cebolas cortadas em rodelas e deixe dourar levemente, em seguida ponha o alho picado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Junte os legumes, o louro, os temperos restantes e mexa bem, mas com cuidado para "machucar" os legumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Cozinhe em fogo baixo com a panela semi tampada até que os legumes fiquem molinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Fonte: http://tudogostoso.uol.com.br/receita/23577-ratatouille.html&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/2488120927595850852-7481755386227793698?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7481755386227793698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=7481755386227793698' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7481755386227793698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7481755386227793698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/ratatouille.html' title='Ratatouille'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TVFKj4oWL0I/AAAAAAAAALM/wO7nYnenKMQ/s72-c/Ratatouille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-869386734683270432</id><published>2011-02-12T23:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:06:00.239-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Dio ti ama immensamente (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TVLaHK8mjlI/AAAAAAAAALU/Np_hDg9seY8/s1600/Dio+ti+ama+immensamente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TVLaHK8mjlI/AAAAAAAAALU/Np_hDg9seY8/s320/Dio+ti+ama+immensamente.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Autora: Chiara Lubich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Organização: Caterina Ruggiu e Michel Vandeleene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Editora: Città Nuova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Molti discutono,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;parlano,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;correggono,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;scrivono per gli altri.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pochi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;VIVONO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rialzati sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anche se dovessi rialzarti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;un milione di volte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;al giorno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse é um livrinho curto de pensamentos de Chiara Lubich. Na verdade, são frases, pequenos trechos de cartas escritas por ela nos anos 40...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São pensamentos fortes, que me fizeram refletir muito sobre muitas coisas, principalmente sobre Deus o sobre o seu Amor por nós, por cada um individualmente. E também sobre a vida, sobre os recomeços, as dificuldades, os passos a serem dados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que é um livro que vale muito a pena ser lido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fica a dica. Se alguém quiser, posso emprestar, mas o meu é o original em italiano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-869386734683270432?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/869386734683270432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=869386734683270432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/869386734683270432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/869386734683270432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/dio-ti-ama-immensamente-2009.html' title='Dio ti ama immensamente (2009)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TVLaHK8mjlI/AAAAAAAAALU/Np_hDg9seY8/s72-c/Dio+ti+ama+immensamente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2303223826916362458</id><published>2011-02-11T23:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T23:06:00.464-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 5 - 11/02/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Do meu tio Roberto.&lt;br /&gt;2- Do parquinho da escolinha.&lt;br /&gt;3- Dos encontros na pizzaria.&lt;br /&gt;4- De trocar de cama toda semana.&lt;br /&gt;5- De ir no Elton Lanches e tentar comer um lanche com batata frita e coca-cola.&lt;br /&gt;6- Di Marino, la città del vino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2303223826916362458?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2303223826916362458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2303223826916362458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2303223826916362458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2303223826916362458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/seis-coisas-de-que-sinto-saudades-parte.html' title='Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 5 - 11/02/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-6898919855267219101</id><published>2011-02-09T20:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:12:29.589-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>De novo Brasil?</title><content type='html'>De novo Brasil? Pra França?&lt;br /&gt;Sim, de novo a seleção masculina de futebol perdeu pra França.&lt;br /&gt;O jogo foi 1 a 0.&lt;br /&gt;São 19 anos.&lt;br /&gt;São 6 jogos...&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais comentários...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-6898919855267219101?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6898919855267219101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6898919855267219101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6898919855267219101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6898919855267219101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-novo-brasil.html' title='De novo Brasil?'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-3208941002573741098</id><published>2011-02-06T23:06:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:06:00.530-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Algumas poucas vezes na vida'/><title type='text'>A festa de Bodas de Prata dos meus pais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como eu escrevi &lt;a href="http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/parabens-mae-e-pai.html"&gt;aqui &lt;/a&gt;e o meu irmão &lt;a href="http://espacinhoembranco.blogspot.com/2011/01/dia-25-25-anos.html"&gt;ali&lt;/a&gt;, dia 25 de janeiro foi o aniversário de casamento dos meus pais, ou seja, Bodas de Prata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUy9K1ZWd7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/X5-C0-qF2Ck/s1600/Bodas+de+Prata.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUy9K1ZWd7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/X5-C0-qF2Ck/s320/Bodas+de+Prata.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Então,  meus irmãos tiveram a idéia de fazer uma festa surpresa. Foi muito  legal e aproveito para dizer Parabéns Rô e Pá que fizeram tudo certinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A  primeira coisa foi enganar meus pais e então, meu irmão disse que tinha  feito reservas em um restaurante chique (esse é um detalhe importante,  porque assim, a minha mãe comprou uma roupa chique :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUy-NWNYjEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/A1ieqiH0tgE/s1600/Bodas+de+Prata+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUy-NWNYjEI/AAAAAAAAAK8/A1ieqiH0tgE/s320/Bodas+de+Prata+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois,  a tarefa foi encontrar os números de telefone dos convidados, telefonar  pedindo que confirmassem a presença, dizer que era festa surpresa e  fazer o mapa para que eles vissem como chegar até aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao mesmo tempo, meu irmão começou a procurar buffets (teve crepe para o jantar) e minha irmã procurou a decoração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUzAuv_4K3I/AAAAAAAAALA/Q20xT_-gGPQ/s1600/Bodas+de+Prata+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUzAuv_4K3I/AAAAAAAAALA/Q20xT_-gGPQ/s320/Bodas+de+Prata+2.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meus  pais chegaram aqui na véspera da festa. No domingo, a tarefa foi  enrolar eles, enquanto o salão era arrumado durante o dia, meu irmão  preparava o bolo e os convidados chegavam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois que todos estavam no salão, descemos. Quando abrimos a porta do elevador, minha mãe viu meu primo e sua reação foi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUzBYa24ZgI/AAAAAAAAALE/OGKtxHeNLrA/s1600/Bodas+de+Prata+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUzBYa24ZgI/AAAAAAAAALE/OGKtxHeNLrA/s320/Bodas+de+Prata+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Cacá, o que você está fazendo aqui?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E  só então viu os outros convidados e percebeu que era a festa. Então,  descobrimos que meu pai já sabia há um tempo e nos enganou! Sim, um dos  amigos dele que convidamos, acabou contando sem querer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Durante  a festa, comemos, conversamos, tiramos fotos (nosso fotógrafo foi o  Jay) e passamos calor... ainda bem que fora do salão estava fresco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois, os discursos, o brinde, a troca de alianças, o bolo e os crepes doces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUzEHS22x8I/AAAAAAAAALI/ZPdMeUsw2Eg/s1600/Bodas+de+Prata+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUzEHS22x8I/AAAAAAAAALI/ZPdMeUsw2Eg/s320/Bodas+de+Prata+4.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E  foi, bem resumidamente e simplificado, assim. Foi muito lega, bonito e  acho que todos estavam felizes, o que é o mais importante!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-3208941002573741098?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/3208941002573741098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=3208941002573741098' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/3208941002573741098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/3208941002573741098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/festa-de-bodas-de-prata-dos-meus-pais.html' title='A festa de Bodas de Prata dos meus pais'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUy9K1ZWd7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/X5-C0-qF2Ck/s72-c/Bodas+de+Prata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-6398949028407507758</id><published>2011-02-05T21:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:06:00.400-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>La sombra del viento (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUr7ULlPMMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/O0ReND40Nb8/s1600/La+sombra+del+viento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUr7ULlPMMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/O0ReND40Nb8/s320/La+sombra+del+viento.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Autor: Carlos Ruiz Zafón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Editora: Editorial Planeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"De todas las cosas que escribió Julian, la que siempre he sentido más cercana es que mientras se nos recuerda, seguimos vivos. Como tantas veces me ocurrió con Julián, años antes de encontrarme con él, siento que te conozco, y que si puedo confiar en alguien, es en ti. Recuérdame, Daniel, aunque sea en un rincón y a escondidas. No me dejes ir."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de muito tempo, uma postagem sobre livros. Comprei esse livro no aeroporto de Madrid, quando tive que ficar sete horas esperando (detalhes sobre a viagem &lt;a href="http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/como-foi-viagem.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de lê-lo, descobri que é o primeiro de uma série de quatro livros. Sorte que eu comprei o primeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom, é um livro bem grande, mas eu gostei bastante, sempre ficava lendo no intervalo de almoço e antes de dormir, queria acabar logo, sabe aquele tipo de livro que você quer saber o que acontece, como termina? Pois é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É a história de uma menino chamado Daniel. Ele é órfão de mãe. Mas a história é mais ou menos assim: um dia, seu pai o leva para um lugar, o cemitério dos livros esquecidos, e lá, ele encontra um livro que se chama A Sombra do Vento, e isso muda a sua vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele gosta muito do livro e quer ler mais obras do autor, Julián Carax, mas então descobre que há muitos mistérios sobre esse autor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nessa busca, ele acaba conhecendo pessoas que também mudam a sua vida até o desfecho da história.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recomendo, gostei desse livro. Se alguém quiser, posso emprestar, mas é o original em espanhol. Boa leitura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-6398949028407507758?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6398949028407507758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6398949028407507758' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6398949028407507758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6398949028407507758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-sombra-del-viento-2010.html' title='La sombra del viento (2010)'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TUr7ULlPMMI/AAAAAAAAAKw/O0ReND40Nb8/s72-c/La+sombra+del+viento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-9094677100333914826</id><published>2011-02-04T23:06:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:06:00.599-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas que me deixam feliz - Parte 3 - 04/02/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Aquele ventinho fresco num dia de calor (menos quando estou tomando sorvete e o vento faz meu cabelo voar).&lt;br /&gt;2- Ficar um dia inteiro em casa descansando.&lt;br /&gt;3- Dormir com barulho de chuva.&lt;br /&gt;4- Poder acordar sem o despertador.&lt;br /&gt;5- Dar uma cochilada depois do almoço.&lt;br /&gt;6- Comer torrada com nutella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-9094677100333914826?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/9094677100333914826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=9094677100333914826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/9094677100333914826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/9094677100333914826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/seis-coisas-que-me-deixam-feliz-parte-3.html' title='Seis coisas que me deixam feliz - Parte 3 - 04/02/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5432873147332705548</id><published>2011-02-02T22:06:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T12:16:16.030-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros autores'/><title type='text'>Crônica de Luiz Fernando Veríssimo sobre o "BBB"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Recebi esse texto por e-mail, sabem, aqueles que vem tipo corrente? Mas é muito interessante... espero que possa ajudá-los a refletir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Que me perdoem os ávidos telespectadores do Big Brother Brasil (BBB), produzido e organizado pela nossa distinta Rede Globo, mas conseguimos chegar ao fundo do poço...A décima terceira (está indo longe!) edição do BBB é uma síntese do que há de pior na TV brasileira. Chega a ser difícil, encontrar as palavras adequadas para qualificar tamanho atentado à nossa modesta inteligência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Dizem que Roma, um dos maiores impérios que o mundo conheceu, teve seu fim marcado pela depravação dos valores morais do seu povo, principalmente pela banalização do sexo. O BBB 10 é a pura e suprema banalização do sexo. Impossível assistir, ver este programa ao lado dos filhos. Gays, lésbicas, heteros... todos na mesma casa, a casa dos “heróis”, como são chamados por Pedro Bial. Não tenho nada contra gays, acho que cada um faz da vida o que quer, mas sou contra safadeza ao vivo na TV, seja entre homossexuais ou heterosexuais. O BBB 10 é a realidade em busca do IBOPE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja como Pedro Bial tratou os participantes do BBB 10. Ele prometeu um&lt;b&gt; “zoológico humano divertido”&lt;/b&gt;. Não sei se será divertido, mas parece bem variado na sua mistura de clichês e figuras típicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se entendi corretamente as apresentações, são 15 os “animais” do “zoológico”: o judeu tarado, o gay afeminado, a dentista gostosa, o negro com suingue, a nerd tímida, a gostosa com bundão, a “não sou piranha mas não sou santa”, o modelo Mr. Maringá, a lésbica convicta, a DJ intelectual, o carioca marrento, o maquiador drag-queen e a PM que gosta de apanhar (essa é para acabar!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Pergunto-me, por exemplo, como um jornalista, documentarista e escritor como Pedro Bial que, faça-se justiça, cobriu a Queda do Muro de Berlim, se submete a ser apresentador de um programa desse nível. Em um e-mail que recebi há pouco tempo, Bial escreve maravilhosamente bem sobre a perda do humorista Bussunda referindo-se à pena de se morrer tão cedo. Eu gostaria de perguntar se ele não pensa que esse programa é a morte da cultura, de valores e princípios, da moral, da ética e da dignidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia, durante o intervalo de uma programação da Globo, um outro repórter acéfalo do BBB disse que, para ganhar o prêmio de um milhão e meio de reais, um Big Brother tem um caminho árduo pela frente, chamando-os de heróis. Caminho árduo? Heróis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;São esses nossos exemplos de heróis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Caminho árduo para mim é aquele percorrido por milhões de brasileiros, profissionais da saúde, professores da rede pública &lt;b&gt;(aliás, todos os professores)&lt;/b&gt;, carteiros, lixeiros e tantos outros trabalhadores incansáveis que, diariamente, passam horas exercendo suas funções com dedicação, competência e amor,&amp;nbsp;quase sempre&amp;nbsp;mal remunerados..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Heróis, são milhares de brasileiros que sequer têm um prato de comida por dia e um colchão decente para dormir e conseguem sobreviver a isso, todo santo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Heróis, são crianças e adultos que lutam contra doenças complicadíssimas porque não tiveram chance de ter uma vida mais saudável e digna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Heróis, são inúmeras pessoas, entidades sociais e beneficentes, ONGs, voluntários, igrejas e hospitais que se dedicam ao cuidado de carentes, doentes e necessitados (vamos lembrar de nossa eterna heroína, Zilda Arns).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Heróis, são aqueles que, apesar de ganharem um salário mínimo, pagam suas contas, restando apenas dezesseis reais para alimentação, como mostrado em outra reportagem apresentada meses atrás pela própria Rede Globo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;O Big Brother Brasil não é um programa cultural, nem educativo, não acrescenta informações e conhecimentos intelectuais aos telespectadores, nem aos participantes, e não há qualquer outro estímulo como, por exemplo, o incentivo ao esporte, à música, à criatividade ou ao ensino de conceitos como valor, ética, trabalho e moral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;E ai vem algum psicólogo de vanguarda e me diz que o BBB ajuda a "entender o comportamento humano". Ah, tenha dó!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Veja o que está por de tra$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ do BBB: José Neumani da Rádio Jovem Pan, fez um cálculo de que se vinte e nove milhões de pessoas ligarem a cada paredão, com o custo da ligação a trinta centavos, &lt;b&gt;a Rede Globo e a Telefônica arrecadam oito milhões e setecentos mil reais. Eu vou repetir: oito milhões e setecentos mil reais a cada paredão.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Já imaginaram quanto poderia ser feito com essa quantia se fosse dedicada a programas de inclusão social, moradia, alimentação, ensino e saúde de muitos brasileiros?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;(Poderia ser feito mais de 520 casas populares; ou comprar mais de 5.000 computadores!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Essas palavras não são de revolta ou protesto, mas de vergonha e indignação, por ver tamanha aberração ter milhões de telespectadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Em vez de assistir ao BBB, que tal ler um livro, um poema de Mário Quintana ou de Neruda ou qualquer outra coisa..., ir ao cinema..., estudar.... , ouvir boa música..., cuidar das flores e jardins... , &lt;span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(146, 208, 80);"&gt;telefonar para um amigo...&lt;/span&gt; , visitar os avós... , pescar..., brincar com as crianças... , namorar... ou simplesmente dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Assistir ao BBB é ajudar a Globo a ganhar rios de dinheiro e destruir o que ainda resta dos valores sobre os quais foi construído nossa sociedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;inherit&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&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/2488120927595850852-5432873147332705548?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5432873147332705548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5432873147332705548' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5432873147332705548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5432873147332705548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/02/cronica-de-luiz-fernando-verissimo.html' title='Crônica de Luiz Fernando Veríssimo sobre o &quot;BBB&quot;'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-3002283956551235814</id><published>2011-01-28T23:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:27:07.865-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que eu não gosto - Parte 2 - 28/01/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Quando a hora passa devagar quando deveria passar rápido.&lt;br /&gt;2- Quando as pessoas falam que vão fazer uma coisa e não fazem.&lt;br /&gt;3- Quando as pessoas falam que vão fazer uma coisa e fazem outra.&lt;br /&gt;4- Quando as pessoas falam que vão fazer uma coisa e não fazem ou fazem outra coisa e não me avisam sobre a mudança.&lt;br /&gt;5- Quando pinto as unhas e formam-se bolinhas.&lt;br /&gt;6- Quando tento muito lembrar de alguma coisa e não consigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-3002283956551235814?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/3002283956551235814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=3002283956551235814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/3002283956551235814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/3002283956551235814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/seis-coisas-que-eu-nao-gosto-parte-2.html' title='Seis coisas de que eu não gosto - Parte 2 - 28/01/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-1094017216566588675</id><published>2011-01-27T23:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:14:02.366-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>São Paulo, 27 de janeiro de 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Primeiro post com o marcador dia-a-dia do ano!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom, hoje meu dia foi normal: acordei, me arrumei, fui trabalhar. No trabalho, foi um dia parado, sem muitas coisas para fazer. Depois saí, fui com a minha irmã ver algumas flores, voltei pra casa, assisti a um jogo de vôlei feminino, terminei uma tradução e agora estou aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas tiveram algumas coisas não tão normais. Antes de ir com a minha irmã ver flores, tomei sorvete:). Chegando em casa, tinha um pacote mandado pela minha amiga Elis com vários presentinhos!!! É tão bom ganhar presentes :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Além disso, hoje pensei em uma coisa que penso quase todos os dias: tenho que me organizar e fazer mais coisas durante o dia. Meu tempo não está rendendo e fico cansada mesmo não tendo feito tantas coisas assim e deixo as pessoas bravas comigo e depois fico irritada comigo mesma por ter feito isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim, esses são meus últimos dias de trabalho e espero que eu consiga me organizar melhor, e, é claro, encontrar um ótimo trabalho, o que vai ser um desafio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-1094017216566588675?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1094017216566588675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=1094017216566588675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1094017216566588675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1094017216566588675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/sao-paulo-27-de-janeiro-de-2011.html' title='São Paulo, 27 de janeiro de 2011.'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-5814986562176028660</id><published>2011-01-25T00:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:01:02.144-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de festa'/><title type='text'>Parabéns mãe e pai!!!</title><content type='html'>Hoje é um dia especial!!! São 25 anos de casamento dos meus pais:) Merecem um post!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-5814986562176028660?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/5814986562176028660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=5814986562176028660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5814986562176028660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/5814986562176028660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/parabens-mae-e-pai.html' title='Parabéns mãe e pai!!!'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-220131877513018688</id><published>2011-01-21T23:06:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:06:00.921-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 4 - 21/01/2011 - Especial infância</title><content type='html'>1- De estudar à tarde.&lt;br /&gt;2- De não ter que me preocupar com nada.&lt;br /&gt;3- De assistir desenhos a manhã inteira.&lt;br /&gt;4- De ir andar de bicicleta perto de casa.&lt;br /&gt;5- Das festas juninas.&lt;br /&gt;6- De quando o kinder ovo custava R$ 1,00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-220131877513018688?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/220131877513018688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=220131877513018688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/220131877513018688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/220131877513018688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/seis-coisas-de-que-sinto-saudades-parte_21.html' title='Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 4 - 21/01/2011 - Especial infância'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4474773383215215638</id><published>2011-01-19T23:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:03:09.483-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Pessoas-Carro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semana passada, vieram pra cá duas amigas minhas, a Clara e a Lu, de Maceió e ficaram aqui em São Paulo por um tempo. Dentre as coisas que falei sobre São Paulo, dei a dica de ficar do lado direito da escada rolante e deixar a esquerda livre para quem quer passar e elas perguntaram, "mas porque ir andando se a escada vai sozinha?", o que elas não entendiam é que em São Paulo, as pessoas não tem tempo e nem paciência, mesmo que seja só para ficar parados na escada rolante. E então uma delas, a Clara, disse que em São Paulo as pessoas são "Pessoas-Carro", sempre temos que andar à direita e as outras ultrapassam pela esquerda, todas correm, olham de cara feia se você está do lado errado, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas hoje, era o dia da viagem da Lu. Eu e a minha irmã fomos levá-la até o Tatuapé para ela pergar o bus para o Aeroporto. Chegando no metrô, descobrimos (e a minha irmã se lembrou) que o metrô estava muito lerdo por problemas na estação São Bento. Resultado, o metrô ficava parado dois séculos em cada estação (ok, dez minutos e não dois séculos, mas era muito tempo) e demoramos uma vida (que quer dizer quase uma hora) para chegar da Vila Mariana até a Sé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegando na Sé, vimos aquele mundo de gente esperando o próximo metrô. Passou um, no segundo entraram a Lu e a Pá e eu quase fiquei, mas a minha irmã me puxou e fiquei expremida na porta. Depois de mais um tempão (é incrível como um problema em UMA estação atrasa tanto todas as outras), chegamos na estação Tatuapé. Olhei e vi o bus, saí correndo pela esquerda da escada rolante, que estava totalmente livre (isso é um milagre, porque várias pessoas não sabem que devem ficar à direita) para pedir pro motorista esperar dois minutos, mas ele quase não espera, enfim, jogamos a Lu no bus e nem deu tempo de dar aquele abraço :( mas no fim deu tudo certo e acho que a Lu descobriu porque as pessoas correm na escada rolante e a importância de deixar a equerda livre:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Essa é a vida louca de São Paulo... ah, só queria dizer que gostei muito do termo "pessoas-carro", mto apropriado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4474773383215215638?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4474773383215215638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4474773383215215638' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4474773383215215638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4474773383215215638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/pessoas-carro.html' title='Pessoas-Carro'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-3010157264011197113</id><published>2011-01-18T23:59:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:59:00.310-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tweets'/><title type='text'>Alguns dos melhores tweets de 05/01/2011 a 18/01/2011, segundo Tati*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Antes de começar a postar os tweets, uma obs: sei que tem várias lacunas, mas não dei conta de acompanhar tds os tweets nos últimos dias... espero conseguir agora, mas não garanto nada... ah, e já aviso que qdo tenho que ver os tweets de vários dias, pulo um monte, então os postados aqui são bem menos do que seriam se eu estivesse acompanhando diariamente :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;FrasesDeClarice (by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/carolalberoni"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;carolalberoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;): Meu mundo é feito de pessoas que são as minhas, e eu não posso perdê-las sem me perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/_INTERUNESP_"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;_INTERUNESP_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: "Embora ngm possa voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo,qlquer um pode começar agora e fazer um novo fim."Quais os planos p/ 2011? #InterUNESP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;cantinhodoagile (by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/educordeiro"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;educordeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;): "Uma vida sem desafios não vale a pena ser vivida." #Sócrates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/CubeOfLove"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;CubeOfLove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: 2011/01/06 - Love One Another - #focolare #unity #love #peace&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/GenRosso"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;GenRosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Have a nice day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/LivCultura"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;LivCultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Confira os títulos mais vendidos entre 27/12 e 02/01 http://is.gd/kdOnr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Luci_Fonseca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Luci_Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: "Ouça, q está chegando e vai nos levar... Ñ importa o q vai deixar para trás... Corra, ñ vá se atrasar... Deixe o trem da unidade te levar!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/FrasesDoCalvin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;FrasesDoCalvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Quanto mais eu fico indeciso, mais as coisas se decidem por elas mesmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/LifeLoveLight"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;LifeLoveLight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: "Um dia conheceu Deus Amor e se lançou completamente nessa divina aventura." Chiara Lubich: http://migre.me/3ftUH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/edcidadenova"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;edcidadenova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: #CN_Notícias: Brasil reduz consumo de sacola plástica. http://bit.ly/eIo7P5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/SuehasuRenan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;SuehasuRenan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: recebi meu primeiro salario, que honra hahaha, vou zerar rapidaao =S&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/carolalberoni"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;carolalberoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Agora a expectativa eh para a viagem para a praia com os miguxos queridos @elisportela, @rmontagnoli, @fabidedeus e @Andreyguarizo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Luci_Fonseca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Luci_Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: ooh, a @tatianasy chegou!! \o/ vamos passear? #partiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/estadao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;estadao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Todos os vencedores do prêmio de melhor do mundo http://migre.me/3yp8l (via @esporte_estadao) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/clararotta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;clararotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: cansei dessa vida de internet o dia todo... fui fazer algo mais util&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/estadao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;estadao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Aprender a ler e escrever altera a forma de funcionamento do cérebro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://migre.me/3ziwo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;http://migre.me/3ziwo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/estadao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;estadao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Segundo estudo, 'barriga de chope é mito'&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-expanded-url="http://www.estadao.com.br/noticias/vidae,barriga-de-chope-e-mito--segundo-estudo-medico-espanhol,665208,0.htm/" href="http://migre.me/3AGFH" rel="nofollow" style="border-width: 0px; color: #0099b9; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="http://www.estadao.com.br/noticias/vidae,barriga-de-chope-e-mito--segundo-estudo-medico-espanhol,665208,0.htm/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;http://migre.me/3AGFH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(via @vida_estadão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/d3ni"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;d3ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: O bom tradutor hoje não é aquele que conhece bem a língua estrangeira da/para qual traduz, mas aquele que sabe onde estão os recursos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/estadao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;estadao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Chuva diminui e regiões de SP saem do estado de atenção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-expanded-url="http://blogs.estadao.com.br/sp-das-enchentes/" href="http://migre.me/3Bgcx" rel="nofollow" style="border-width: 0px; color: #0099b9; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="http://blogs.estadao.com.br/sp-das-enchentes/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;http://migre.me/3Bgcx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(via @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" data-screen-name="metropole_oesp" href="http://twitter.com/metropole_oesp" rel="nofollow" style="border-width: 0px; color: #0099b9; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;metropole_oesp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/estadao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;estadao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Palmeiras empata com XV de Piracicaba por 2 a 2 em jogo amistoso&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-expanded-url="http://www.estadao.com.br/noticias/esportes,palmeiras-empata-com-xv-de-piracicaba-por-2-a-2-em-jogo-amistoso,665412,0.htm/" href="http://migre.me/3BxS6" rel="nofollow" style="border-width: 0px; color: #0099b9; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="http://www.estadao.com.br/noticias/esportes,palmeiras-empata-com-xv-de-piracicaba-por-2-a-2-em-jogo-amistoso,665412,0.htm/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;http://migre.me/3BxS6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/lucianamdornele"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;lucianamdornele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: a @tatianasy tá me ensinandooooooooooooo a usar o twiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/estadao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;estadao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Espec ial Emprego: Conheça os seis setores mais atraentes de 2011 http://migre.me/3CpZl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/LivCultura"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;LivCultura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Por que escritores colecionam tantos livros? - http://tinyurl.com/49nawvj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/leandr0gm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;leandr0gm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Galera, Luau para arrecadação de mantimentos para as vítimas na praia vermelha, na Urca , nessa sexta-feira a partir das 19hs! #gen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/_INTERUNESP_"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;_INTERUNESP_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Atléticas candidatas: @aaailhasolteira e @aaajpm !! Boa sorte! #InterUNESP 2011, ainda melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/GenRosso"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;GenRosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Emozioni che si lasciano descrivere a parole con tali difficoltà sono direttamente trasmesse nella musica ed in questo stail suo significato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/estadao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;estadao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Brasil rejeitou ajudar EUA na guerra do Afeganistão, diz WikiLeaks http://migre.me/3DuZx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/estadao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;estadao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: João Paulo II será beatificado em 1º de maio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://migre.me/3DCc2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;http://migre.me/3DCc2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Luci_Fonseca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Luci_Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: No boliche com a familia da @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" data-screen-name="tatianasy" href="http://twitter.com/tatianasy" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;tatianasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag" href="http://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23SouUmDesastre" rel="nofollow" title="#SouUmDesastre"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;#SouUmDesastre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;, haha! :D Adoro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag" href="http://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23StrikeFail" rel="nofollow" title="#StrikeFail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;#StrikeFail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/maritrankila"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;maritrankila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: Últimos preparativos... rumo à costa oeste dos estados unidos! \o/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;filipeestrela (by &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/skoobnews"&gt;skoobnews&lt;/a&gt;): Doe livros infantis para as vítimas da região serrana do rio &lt;a href="http://www.skoob.com.br/topico/mostrar/8050"&gt;http://www.skoob.com.br/topico/mostrar/8050&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Luci_Fonseca"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Luci_Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;ver @tatianasy tocando violão e cantarolar junto... não tem preço! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jsoaresreal (by &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Beronalda"&gt;Beronalda&lt;/a&gt;): Não gaste telefone eliminando candidato do BBB nesta semana. Converta esse valor, doando para as pessoas que perderam tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/maritrankila"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;maritrankila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Viagem trankila, almoço no Arbys para matar a saudade e agora uma pausa merecida no Planet Hollywood, nosso hotel em Las Vegas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2488120927595850852-3010157264011197113?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/3010157264011197113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=3010157264011197113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/3010157264011197113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/3010157264011197113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/alguns-dos-melhores-tweets-de-05012011.html' title='Alguns dos melhores tweets de 05/01/2011 a 18/01/2011, segundo Tati*'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-6262031960555745167</id><published>2011-01-14T23:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:16:00.243-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas que me deixam feliz - Parte 2 - 14/01/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Tomar chá gelado.&lt;br /&gt;2- Açaí com leite ninho.&lt;br /&gt;3- Quando chega o fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;4- Pensar no Genfest 2012.&lt;br /&gt;5- Ir a um congresso gen Nacional.&lt;br /&gt;6- Poder ficar uns dias em Ibiúna com a minha família, descansando bastante :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-6262031960555745167?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6262031960555745167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6262031960555745167' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6262031960555745167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6262031960555745167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/seis-coisas-que-me-deixam-feliz-parte-2.html' title='Seis coisas que me deixam feliz - Parte 2 - 14/01/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-6362033221132405211</id><published>2011-01-12T22:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:06:00.605-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros autores'/><title type='text'>Parola di Vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"La moltitudine di coloro che erano venuti alla fede aveva un cuore solo e un'anima sola e nessuno diceva sua proprietà quello che gli apparteneva, ma ogni cosa era fra loro comune" (At 4,32)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gennaio 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anche quest’anno dal 18 al 25 gennaio in molte parti del mondo si celebra la Settimana di preghiera per l’unità dei cristiani, mentre in altre si celebra a Pentecoste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come ricordiamo, Chiara Lubich soleva commentare il versetto biblico scelto via via per tale occasione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quest’anno la frase biblica per la Settimana di preghiera è. “Erano assidui nell’ascoltare l’insegnamento degli Apostoli e nell’unione fraterna, nella frazione del pane e nella preghiera”(At 2,42). Per la riflessione e la vita proponiamo un testo di Chiara del 1994 scritto a commento del passo degli Atti 4,32.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"La moltitudine di coloro che erano venuti alla fede aveva un cuore solo e un'anima sola e nessuno diceva sua proprietà quello che gli apparteneva, ma ogni cosa era fra loro comune"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Questa Parola presenta uno di quei quadretti letterari (vedi anche 2,42; 5,12-16), nei quali l'autore degli Atti degli Apostoli ci fa conoscere a grandi linee la prima comunità cristiana di Gerusalemme. Questa vi appare caratterizzata da una straordinaria freschezza e dinamismo spirituale, dalla preghiera e dalla testimonianza, soprattutto da una grande unità, la nota che Gesù aveva voluto come contrassegno inconfondibile e sorgente della fecondità della sua Chiesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lo Spirito Santo, che viene donato nel Battesimo a tutti coloro che accolgono la parola di Gesù, essendo spirito di amore e di unità, faceva di tutti i credenti una cosa sola con il Risorto e tra di loro superando tutte le differenze di razza, di cultura e di classe sociale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"La moltitudine di coloro che erano venuti alla fede aveva un cuore solo e un'anima sola e nessuno diceva sua proprietà quello che gli apparteneva, ma ogni cosa era fra loro comune".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma vediamo più dettagliatamente gli aspetti di questa unità.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lo Spirito Santo operava innanzitutto fra i credenti l'unità dei cuori e delle menti, aiutandoli a superare quei sentimenti che la rendono difficile, nella dinamica della comunione fraterna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L'ostacolo più grande infatti all'unità è il nostro individualismo; è l'attaccamento alle nostre idee, vedute e gusti personali. E' col nostro egoismo che si costruiscono le barriere con cui ci isoliamo ed escludiamo chi è diverso da noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"La moltitudine di coloro che erano venuti alla fede aveva un cuore solo e un'anima sola e nessuno diceva sua proprietà quello che gli apparteneva, ma ogni cosa era fra loro comune".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L'unità operata dallo Spirito Santo, poi, si rifletteva necessariamente sulla vita dei credenti. L'unità di mente e di cuore s'incarnava e si manifestava in una solidarietà concreta, attraverso la condivisione dei propri beni con i fratelli e le sorelle che erano in necessità. Appunto perché era autentica, non tollerava che nella comunità alcuni vivessero nell'abbondanza, mentre altri erano privi del necessario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"La moltitudine di coloro che erano venuti alla fede aveva un cuore solo e un'anima sola e nessuno diceva sua proprietà quello che gli apparteneva, ma ogni cosa era fra loro comune".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come vivremo allora la Parola di vita di questo mese? Essa sottolinea la comunione e l'unità tanto raccomandata da Gesù e per realizzare la quale Egli ci ha donato il suo Spirito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cercheremo dunque, ascoltando la voce dello Spirito Santo, di crescere in questa comunione a tutti i livelli. Innanzitutto a livello spirituale, superando i germi di divisione che portiamo dentro di noi. Sarebbe, ad esempio, un controsenso voler essere uniti a Gesù e nello stesso tempo essere divisi fra di noi comportandoci individualisticamente, camminando ciascuno per proprio conto, giudicandoci e magari escludendoci. Occorre, dunque, una rinnovata conversione a Dio che ci vuole uniti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Questa Parola, inoltre, ci aiuterà a capire sempre meglio la contraddizione che esiste tra fede cristiana ed uso egoistico dei beni materiali. Ci aiuterà a realizzare un'autentica solidarietà con quanti sono nel bisogno, pur nei limiti delle nostre possibilità.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trovandoci poi nel mese in cui si celebra la settimana di preghiera per l'unità dei cristiani, questa Parola ci spingerà a pregare ed a rafforzare i nostri legami di unità e amore di condivisione con i nostri fratelli e sorelle appartenenti alle varie Chiese, con i quali abbiamo in comune l'unica fede e l'unico spirito di Cristo, ricevuto nel Battesimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chiara Lubich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parola di vita, gennaio 1994, pubblicata in Città Nuova, 1993/24, p34-35.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.focolare.org/"&gt;http://www.focolare.org/&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/2488120927595850852-6362033221132405211?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6362033221132405211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6362033221132405211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6362033221132405211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6362033221132405211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/parola-di-vita.html' title='Parola di Vita'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-6173200173380259305</id><published>2011-01-11T23:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:06:00.334-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Uma reflexão sobre viagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comecei a pensar neste post durante a minha última viagem para Roma. Mas já passou um tepo, e como não escrevi nada, as idéias ficaram vagas. Então agora estou tentando organizá-las para escrever aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou começar assim: todo mundo sabe que eu adoro viajar, já coloquei na minha &lt;a href="http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/seis-coisas-que-me-deixam-feliz-parte-1.html"&gt;lista 6 coisas&lt;/a&gt; e tal... mas daí, provavelmente nas sete horas que passei no aeroporto de Madrid, fiquei pensando, na verdade eu não gosto da viagem em si, no sentido, pegar o avião, ficar lá por horas e etc... ainda mais porque varias das minhas viagens fiz sozinha. Então, cheguei à conclusão de que eu gosto de estar nos lugares, mas o processo de chegar até esses lugares me deixa ansiosa e às vezes estressada, tipo quando alguma coisa atrasa e você tem que ficar esperando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E então, começa outra reflexão, porque eu gosto de viajar (depois de todo o parágrafo acima, no sentido de estar em lugares diferentes daqule do meu dia-a-dia, no caso, São Paulo, atualmente)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sempre pensei que gostasse de viajar para conhecer outros lugares, outras culturas, ver coisas legais... mas acho que na verdade, eu gosto de viajar, sim, para conhecer coisas legais, porém, principalmente para estar perto de pessoas queridas e me divertir. Pensando nas viagens que eu fiz até agora, foram legais porque sempre tinha alguém comigo e talvez seja por isso que eu goste de estar nos lugares e não da viagem em si, porque, na verdade, quando viajei de trem, ou ônibus, com alguém, não foi tão ruim assim. E, por outro lado, quando viajei sozinha e acontecia alguma coisa que me lembrava um fato, ou alguém, era chato não ter ninguém por perto com quem eu pudesse falar sobre o assunto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E é isso que consegui juntar nesse momento sobre a minha reflexão sobre viagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No momento, estou com vontade de viajar, na verdade, acho que sempre estou com vontade, principalmente se tiver companhia:) e acho que até mesmo ficar em São Paulo (o que significaria não viajar) é muito legal se tiver amigos por perto:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-6173200173380259305?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6173200173380259305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6173200173380259305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6173200173380259305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6173200173380259305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/uma-reflexao-sobre-viagens.html' title='Uma reflexão sobre viagens'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-8589792593943882998</id><published>2011-01-10T22:06:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:06:00.680-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>2011!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olá pessoas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, segunda segunda-feira do ano, resolvi postar o primeiro fragmentos do ano!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de um pouco mais de um mês, voltei para o trabalho na Uniconsulte, provavelmente meu último mês... e continua a busca por um novo emprego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E mais uma vez, começa um ano com as incertezas, surpresas, qual o rumo que a vida vai tomar? Às vezes (na verdade quase sempre)&amp;nbsp;me dá uma agonia pensar que ainda não tenho um novo emprego, que não sei muito bem o que fazer da vida daqui pra frente, mas vem um momento, mto rápido, no qual penso que surpresas são boas e que não ter uma perspectiva é uma aventura emocionante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na verdade, o que eu quero, é um trabalho que eu ame, e acho que talvez leve tempo até encontrá-lo, e tenho que ir experimentando, certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim, o melhor é não pensar tantíssimo para não entrar em crise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, vamos em frente que 2011 está só começando \o/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-8589792593943882998?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8589792593943882998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=8589792593943882998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8589792593943882998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8589792593943882998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011!!!'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-7415351930020936081</id><published>2011-01-07T23:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:06:00.222-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 3 - 07/01/2011</title><content type='html'>1- Das viagens que fizemos em família.&lt;br /&gt;2- De assistir Ursinhos Carinhosos.&lt;br /&gt;3- De tirar fotos tontas na escola.&lt;br /&gt;4- De acordar ouvindo uma musiquinha.&lt;br /&gt;5- Das festas de quinta-feira.&lt;br /&gt;6- De comer macarrão com gorgonzola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-7415351930020936081?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/7415351930020936081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=7415351930020936081' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7415351930020936081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/7415351930020936081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/seis-coisas-de-que-sinto-saudades-parte.html' title='Seis coisas de que sinto saudades - Parte 3 - 07/01/2011'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-8065871922539022373</id><published>2011-01-01T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:01:02.350-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de festa'/><title type='text'>Feliz 2011!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-8065871922539022373?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8065871922539022373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=8065871922539022373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8065871922539022373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8065871922539022373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz-2011.html' title='Feliz 2011!!!!!'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-3212462073776057927</id><published>2010-12-28T23:06:00.035-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:06:00.414-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tweets'/><title type='text'>Alguns dos melhores tweets 23/12/2010 a 27/12/2010, segundo Tati*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/estadao"&gt;estadao&lt;/a&gt;: URGENTE: Aeroviários suspendem greve marcada para a manhã desta quinta &lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-expanded-url="http://www.estadao.com.br/noticias/nacional,aeroviarios-suspendem-greve-marcada-para-a-manha-desta-quinta,657332,0.htm/" href="http://migre.me/38G3m" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://www.estadao.com.br/noticias/nacional,aeroviarios-suspendem-greve-marcada-para-a-manha-desta-quinta,657332,0.htm/"&gt;http://migre.me/38G3m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/carolalberoni"&gt;carolalberoni&lt;/a&gt;: Ontem eu fiz a louca do cartão de crédito e comprei muitas roupas, sapatos e bijoux! =) Agora só falta ter tempo pra estreá-los!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/FrasesDoCalvin"&gt;FrasesDoCalvin&lt;/a&gt;: Post especial de natal no blog &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag" href="http://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23Calvin25Anos" rel="nofollow" title="#Calvin25Anos"&gt;#Calvin25Anos&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-expanded-url="http://frasesdocalvin.blogspot.com/2010/12/especial-de-natal-calvin25anos_23.html/" href="http://migre.me/38UjE" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://frasesdocalvin.blogspot.com/2010/12/especial-de-natal-calvin25anos_23.html/"&gt;http://migre.me/38UjE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/leandr0gm"&gt;leandr0gm&lt;/a&gt;: @&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" data-screen-name="tatianasy" href="http://twitter.com/tatianasy" rel="nofollow"&gt;tatianasy&lt;/a&gt; Boa viagem de retorno! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/rodrigosy"&gt;rodrigosy&lt;/a&gt;: daqui a pouco preciso passar no shopping comprar uma cafeteira nova ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/leandr0gm"&gt;leandr0gm&lt;/a&gt;: Desejo aos meus amigos um FELIZ NATAL E FELIZ 2011! Estamos juntos nessa! Forte abraço! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/rmontagnoli"&gt;rmontagnoli&lt;/a&gt;: de volta a Jundiaí, já com saudade de Rio Preto. gostaria de agradecer a todos que fizeram meus dias por lá a perfeição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/LifeLoveLight"&gt;LifeLoveLight&lt;/a&gt;: "No pido más a Jesús que me lleve al Paraíso,de otro modo puede pensar  que yo no quiero sufrir más.El me va a llevar cuando sea el momento" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/voecomdesconto"&gt;voecomdesconto&lt;/a&gt;: Passagens para Europa R$1256 ida+volta &lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-expanded-url="http://www.melhoresdestinos.com.br/passagens-aereas-promocionais-europa.html/" href="http://bit.ly/equb9p" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://www.melhoresdestinos.com.br/passagens-aereas-promocionais-europa.html/"&gt;http://bit.ly/equb9p&lt;/a&gt; e para Nova York/Miami R$900 ida+volta &lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-expanded-url="http://www.melhoresdestinos.com.br/passagens-aereas-promocionais-miami.html/" href="http://bit.ly/gSW6PL" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://www.melhoresdestinos.com.br/passagens-aereas-promocionais-miami.html/"&gt;http://bit.ly/gSW6PL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/rodrigosy"&gt;rodrigosy&lt;/a&gt;: blog reformado :D ainda falta arrumar umas coisas, mas to com preguiça :P &lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-expanded-url="http://espacinhoembranco.blogspot.com/" href="http://espacinhoembranco.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://espacinhoembranco.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://espacinhoembranco.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/leandr0gm"&gt;leandr0gm&lt;/a&gt;: Nada melhor que estar no seio familiar no Natal. Agradeço a Deus por ainda poder compartilhar esse momento com meus pais. &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag" href="http://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23obrigado" rel="nofollow" title="#obrigado"&gt;#obrigado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Bookess"&gt;Bookess&lt;/a&gt;: "Por que escrevo? Há muito mais prazer em construir castelos no ar, do que com os pés fincados na terra." Edward Gibbon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/Bookess"&gt;Bookess&lt;/a&gt;: "Você não precisa queimar livros para destruir uma cultura. Apenas faça com que as pessoas não os leiam." Ray Bradbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/HaroldoOTigre"&gt;HaroldoOTigre&lt;/a&gt;: @&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" data-screen-name="FrasesDoCalvin" href="http://twitter.com/FrasesDoCalvin" rel="nofollow"&gt;FrasesDoCalvin&lt;/a&gt; É claro que gosto... Os melhores presentes não vêm em caixas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/educordeiro"&gt;educordeiro&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag" href="http://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23congressogen2010" rel="nofollow" title="#congressogen2010"&gt;#congressogen2010&lt;/a&gt; bombando. Momento de dialogo com a sala sobre a vida gen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-3212462073776057927?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/3212462073776057927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=3212462073776057927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/3212462073776057927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/3212462073776057927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/alguns-dos-melhores-tweets-23122010.html' title='Alguns dos melhores tweets 23/12/2010 a 27/12/2010, segundo Tati*'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2013135330113258075</id><published>2010-12-25T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:01:03.677-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de festa'/><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2013135330113258075?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2013135330113258075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2013135330113258075' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2013135330113258075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2013135330113258075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!!!!'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-263071771122762124</id><published>2010-12-24T08:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T08:00:02.699-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>De volta ao Brasil!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E nesse momento, em pleno dia 24 de dezembro, às 8h, estou pegando o avião para voltar ao Brasil e passar o Natal com a minha querida família!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero que dê tudo certo com as conexões e que eu chegue a tempo... afinal, Roma-Madrid e Madrid-São Paulo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-263071771122762124?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' 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/&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/rmontagnoli"&gt;rmontagnoli&lt;/a&gt;: fui ao supermercado com a minha camiseta "Unidos da Pirâmide"! Ricardo versão 2005-2008: a gente vê por aqui. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onubrasil (by &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/renatatortelli"&gt;renatatortelli&lt;/a&gt;):Estudantes concluem no RJ curso Universitários pela Paz, apoiado pela &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag" href="http://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23ONU" rel="nofollow" title="#ONU"&gt;#ONU&lt;/a&gt; www.onu-brasil.org.br&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/pattymayumi"&gt;pattymayumi&lt;/a&gt;: Vontade de escrever, tenho um trecho de música pronto na cabeça, só  falta chegar em casa e passar pro papel *-* minha inspiração voltou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/cibelelana"&gt;cibelelana&lt;/a&gt;: Já to com a garantia de um ingresso pro show do U2! Agora é torcer pra @&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" data-screen-name="naticassiolato" href="http://twitter.com/naticassiolato" rel="nofollow"&gt;naticassiolato&lt;/a&gt; conseguir tb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/estadao"&gt;estadao&lt;/a&gt;: Osasco bate Bergamo e chega à final do Mundial de Clubes de vôlei feminino: &lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-expanded-url="http://www.estadao.com.br/noticias/esportes,osasco-bate-bergamo-e-vai-a-final-do-mundial-de-volei,656073,0.htm/" href="http://migre.me/34NU5" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://www.estadao.com.br/noticias/esportes,osasco-bate-bergamo-e-vai-a-final-do-mundial-de-volei,656073,0.htm/"&gt;http://migre.me/34NU5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/cibelelana"&gt;cibelelana&lt;/a&gt;: Meu namorado é mestreeee! Parabéns @&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" data-screen-name="leandr0gm" href="http://twitter.com/leandr0gm" rel="nofollow"&gt;leandr0gm&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag" href="http://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23orgulhosa" rel="nofollow" title="#orgulhosa"&gt;#orgulhosa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" data-screen-name="leandr0gm" href="http://twitter.com/leandr0gm" rel="nofollow"&gt;leandr0gm&lt;/a&gt;: Agora eu posso dizer: Sou mestre!! Finalmente acabou o martírio! Agora só faltam as correções!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/estadao"&gt;estadao&lt;/a&gt;: Mais um recorde: 'Tropa de Elite 2' pode passar 'Avatar' como filme que mais arrecadou no BR: &lt;a class="twitter-timeline-link" data-expanded-url="http://veja.abril.com.br/blog/radar-on-line/cultura/%E2%80%9Ctropa-de-elite-2%E2%80%9D-ultrapassa-11-milhoes-de-espectadores-e-mira-novo-recorde/" href="http://migre.me/35fx7" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://veja.abril.com.br/blog/radar-on-line/cultura/%E2%80%9Ctropa-de-elite-2%E2%80%9D-ultrapassa-11-milhoes-de-espectadores-e-mira-novo-recorde/"&gt;http://migre.me/35fx7&lt;/a&gt; (via @&lt;a class="  twitter-atreply" data-screen-name="veja" href="http://twitter.com/veja" rel="nofollow"&gt;veja&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/madresuperiora"&gt;madresuperiora&lt;/a&gt;: Vc percebe que tem algo errado quando sente uma vontade absurda de abraçar a beijar o computador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/clararotta"&gt;clararotta&lt;/a&gt;: Enfim em terras Brasileiras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VoleiBrasil (by &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/pattymayumi"&gt;pattymayumi&lt;/a&gt;): Dia do atleta hoje? Então PARABÉNS a todos os nossos queridos atletas do  vôlei brasileiro que nos enchem de orgulho, nos emocionam!! &lt;a class="  twitter-hashtag" href="http://twitter.com/#%21/search?q=%23volei" rel="nofollow" title="#volei"&gt;#volei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/alenebotareli"&gt;alenebotareli&lt;/a&gt;: Meu único consolo quando faz esse calor por aqui e viver fica  insuportável é pensar que com certeza tá pior em Rio Preto. Mas que  caloooor!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-6854831222104212218?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6854831222104212218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6854831222104212218' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6854831222104212218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6854831222104212218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/alguns-dos-melhores-tweets-07122010.html' title='Alguns dos melhores tweets 07/12/2010 a 08/12/2010 e de 20/12/2010 a 22/12/2010, segundo Tati*'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-8396111924041114127</id><published>2010-12-20T23:06:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:06:00.180-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><title type='text'>Alfagen</title><content type='html'>Das queridas meninas de Vitória:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUPTsmT3y6Y" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;v=EUPTsmT3y6Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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it when you make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you not around,&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that you didn't call...&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,&lt;br /&gt;Not even close,&lt;br /&gt;Not even a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;Not even at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TO0gFi3FD0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/f68oO3GNBLs/s1600/2508443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TO0gFi3FD0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/f68oO3GNBLs/s320/2508443.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Odeio o modo como fala comigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E como corta o cabelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Odeio como dirigi o meu carro&lt;/div&gt;E odeio seu desmazelo&lt;br /&gt;Odeio suas enormes botas de combate&lt;br /&gt;E como consegue ler minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Eu odeio tanto isso em você&lt;br /&gt;Que até me sinto doente&lt;br /&gt;Odeio como está sempre certo&lt;br /&gt;E odeio quando você mente&lt;br /&gt;Odeio quando me faz rir muito&lt;br /&gt;Mais quando me faz chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Odeio quando não está por perto&lt;br /&gt;E o fato de não me ligar&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu odeio principalmente&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguir te odiar&lt;br /&gt;Nem um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo por um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo só por te odiar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-8813582699159543954?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8813582699159543954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=8813582699159543954' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8813582699159543954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8813582699159543954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-coisas-que-eu-odeio-em-voces-10_19.html' title='10 coisas que eu odeio em vocês (10 things I hate about you) - Parte 2'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TO0gFi3FD0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/f68oO3GNBLs/s72-c/2508443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-8216634119695954895</id><published>2010-12-17T23:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:27:18.983-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas de que eu não gosto - Parte 1 - 17/12/2010</title><content type='html'>1- De fazer a mala.&lt;br /&gt;2- De lavar louça.&lt;br /&gt;3- De acordar cedo.&lt;br /&gt;4- De comer pizza com cebola.&lt;br /&gt;5- De desfazer a mala.&lt;br /&gt;6- De ficar esperando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-8216634119695954895?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/8216634119695954895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=8216634119695954895' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8216634119695954895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/8216634119695954895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/seis-coisas-que-eu-nao-gosto-parte-1.html' title='Seis coisas de que eu não gosto - Parte 1 - 17/12/2010'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-1137813276993815221</id><published>2010-12-16T20:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:23:27.505-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>... cansaço...</title><content type='html'>Eu juro que queria escrever, mas estou muito cansada... qdo der atualizo e escrevo aquilo que tenho na minha mente e o que anda acontecendo nessa minha viagem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-1137813276993815221?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/1137813276993815221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=1137813276993815221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1137813276993815221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/1137813276993815221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/cansaco.html' title='... cansaço...'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-6095600083644930158</id><published>2010-12-15T23:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:06:00.295-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De outros autores'/><title type='text'>Your children are not your children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TO0bjiBW9KI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KLMKcd2b4-4/s1600/626000sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TO0bjiBW9KI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KLMKcd2b4-4/s320/626000sm.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your children are not your children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They come through you but not from you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You may give them your love but not your thoughts, &lt;br /&gt;For they have their own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You may house their bodies but not their souls,&lt;br /&gt;For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, &lt;br /&gt;which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You may strive to be like them, &lt;br /&gt;but seek not to make them like you.&lt;br /&gt;For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are the bows from which your children&lt;br /&gt;as living arrows are sent forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, &lt;/div&gt;and He bends you with His might &lt;br /&gt;that His arrows may go swift and far.&lt;br /&gt;Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;&lt;br /&gt;For even as He loves the arrow that flies, &lt;br /&gt;so He loves also the bow that is stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-6095600083644930158?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6095600083644930158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6095600083644930158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6095600083644930158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6095600083644930158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/your-children-are-not-your-children.html' title='Your children are not your children'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TO0bjiBW9KI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KLMKcd2b4-4/s72-c/626000sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-6955474183211514444</id><published>2010-12-13T22:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:03:00.428-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><title type='text'>Panquecas</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 ovos; &lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 copo (copo de 250 ml) de leite; &lt;br /&gt;6 colheres de sopa de farinha de trigo;&lt;br /&gt;1 colher de chá de sal;&lt;br /&gt;Recheio que preferir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Modo de preparo:&lt;br /&gt;Bata tudo no liquidificador ou bata tudo em um pote com um batedor. Uma dica é colocar primeiro os líquidos :)&lt;br /&gt;Aqueça uma frigideira, passe uma gota de óleo, coloque um pouco da massa, deixe fritar e depois vire. E está pronto. Agora é só rechear. Se quiser, pode colocar um molho por cima.&lt;br /&gt;Bom apetite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-6955474183211514444?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/6955474183211514444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=6955474183211514444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6955474183211514444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/6955474183211514444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/panquecas.html' title='Panquecas'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-4556175061171662596</id><published>2010-12-12T21:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:06:00.436-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>10 coisas que eu odeio em vocês (10 things I hate about you) - Parte 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TO0iDt90BLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D9rtfKs7VLk/s1600/Heath10things.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TO0iDt90BLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D9rtfKs7VLk/s320/Heath10things.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like Heaven to touch.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much.&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the way that I stare.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to compare.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of you leaves me weak.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words left to speak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But if you feel like I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know that it's real.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;And if it's quite alright,&lt;br /&gt;I need you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;To warm a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when I say:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby,&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring me down, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like Heaven to touch.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you so much.&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes off you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;And if it's quite alright,&lt;br /&gt;I need you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;To warm a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in me when I say:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby,&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring me down, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-4556175061171662596?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/4556175061171662596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=4556175061171662596' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4556175061171662596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/4556175061171662596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/10-coisas-que-eu-odeio-em-voces-10.html' title='10 coisas que eu odeio em vocês (10 things I hate about you) - Parte 1'/><author><name>Tati*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01943907711100488866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuiuPiEqQzc/TsLrPOhxIYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LGlQ3rE3hXs/s220/DSC01491.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOWtczHDbRQ/TO0iDt90BLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/D9rtfKs7VLk/s72-c/Heath10things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2488120927595850852.post-2109488770977275932</id><published>2010-12-10T23:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:16:00.590-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 coisas'/><title type='text'>Seis coisas que me deixam feliz - Parte 1 - 10/12/2010</title><content type='html'>1- Encontrar as pessoas queridas.&lt;br /&gt;2- Poder dormir até mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;3- Viajar!&lt;br /&gt;4- Ir ao cinema.&lt;br /&gt;5- Tomar sorvete.&lt;br /&gt;6- Cozinhar quando estou com vontade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2488120927595850852-2109488770977275932?l=tatisy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/feeds/2109488770977275932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2488120927595850852&amp;postID=2109488770977275932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2109488770977275932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2488120927595850852/posts/default/2109488770977275932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tatisy.blogspot.com/2010/12/seis-coisas-que-me-deixam-feliz-parte-1.html' title='Seis coisas que me deixam feliz - 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