<?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-8936367485698199880</id><updated>2011-12-03T15:17:03.618-08:00</updated><category term='Ideias vadias'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Folclore'/><category term='Observatório'/><category term='Cultura'/><category term='Dicas'/><category term='Mimos'/><category term='Crônicas'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='Citações'/><category term='HQs'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Poesias'/><category term='Política'/><category term='divagações'/><category term='Curiosidades'/><category term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>IDEIAS VADIAS</title><subtitle type='html'>Só ocorrem nas horas vagas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-8543809753415838725</id><published>2010-12-06T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:55:54.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'>EraOdito</title><content type='html'>Quem sabe o que dizer e como dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Consegue colocar qualquer pesssoa nó céu. &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que esta não queira estar no céu, às vezes queira mesmo é estar no inferno abraçando o capeta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso é por hora irrelevante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-8543809753415838725?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8543809753415838725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=8543809753415838725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/8543809753415838725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/8543809753415838725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/12/eraodito.html' title='EraOdito'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-7421050541896701541</id><published>2010-11-30T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:27:07.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><title type='text'>Se meu travesseiro falasse</title><content type='html'>Dormindo cedo eu sonho mais. &lt;br /&gt;Mas eu e meu travesseiro não temos nos entendido muito bem nos últimos tempos... de manhã tudo em paz, mas o travesseiro.. esse aí, sabe toda a verdade.. escuta meus sonhos todas as noites… ah.. se ele falasse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-7421050541896701541?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7421050541896701541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=7421050541896701541&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/7421050541896701541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/7421050541896701541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/11/se-meu-travesseiro-falasse.html' title='Se meu travesseiro falasse'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-8578932472171224933</id><published>2010-11-23T09:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:31:26.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folclore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Penas do Tiê</title><content type='html'>Vocês já viram &lt;br /&gt;Lá da mata a cantoria &lt;br /&gt;Da passarada, quando vai anoitecer &lt;br /&gt;E já ouviram o canto triste da araponga &lt;br /&gt;Anunciando que na terra vai chover &lt;br /&gt;Já experimentaram guabiraba bem madura &lt;br /&gt;Já viram as tardes quando vai anoitecer &lt;br /&gt;E já sentiram das planícies orvalhadas &lt;br /&gt;O cheiro doce das frutinhas muçambê &lt;br /&gt;Pois meu amor tem um pouquinho disso tudo &lt;br /&gt;Que tem na boca a cor das penas do tiê &lt;br /&gt;Quando ele canta os passarinhos ficam mudos &lt;br /&gt;Sabe quem é o amor ? &lt;br /&gt;Ele é você, você, você ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folclore (Adaptação de Fagner) &lt;br /&gt;do disco "Manera Frufru"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-8578932472171224933?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8578932472171224933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=8578932472171224933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/8578932472171224933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/8578932472171224933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/11/penas-do-tie.html' title='Penas do Tiê'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-8038897655614921438</id><published>2010-11-16T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T04:09:39.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'>Como um quebra-cabeça</title><content type='html'>Se o quebra-cabeça estiver sempre completo, que graça tem?!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos sempre sendo moldados, perdemos partes, adquirimos partes novas, e enfim temos que renascer e continuar a caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;Despedaçado é ruim eu sei.  A pecinha que pula…ela parece ser importante pra você. O fato de ela não pular mais, deve lhe trazer uma tristeza imensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, tem pessoas em nossas vidas, que por mais que a gente queira que elas fiquem, elas simplesmente não podem ficar. O que nós devemos fazer é aprender a aceitar isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E olha, sem vingança quanto aos inteiros…eu nem estou inteirinho da silva, mas mesmo assim…vingança é tão…infantil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-8038897655614921438?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8038897655614921438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=8038897655614921438&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/8038897655614921438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/8038897655614921438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/11/como-um-quebra-cabeca.html' title='Como um quebra-cabeça'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-1507513358322813779</id><published>2010-11-09T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T11:23:06.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><title type='text'>Menina morena</title><content type='html'>Preciso devolver seu livro. &lt;br /&gt;Tanta poesia, cor e sentimento juntos, fiquei fascinado.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso contar as velhas novidades, agora recheadas de paz e tranquilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso matar essa saudade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-1507513358322813779?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1507513358322813779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=1507513358322813779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/1507513358322813779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/1507513358322813779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/11/menina-morena.html' title='Menina morena'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-6360373353741700639</id><published>2010-10-27T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:28:21.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'>Pra quê tanto céu, pra quê tanto mar…</title><content type='html'>O que  impediu de tornar-me um biólogo?? Tenho muito tempo nesta vida, posso dar várias guinadas. Esta é a real diferença que dobra o tempo e a sua sensação desagradável para a maioria das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;O fato é que sempre confiei mais na natureza, não porque conheço tudo sobre ela, mas pela espiritualidade que ela rabisca no meu coração, sabe às vezes acho a espécie humana tão perdida em seu artíficios, tentando copiar o que o universo já fez, faz e continua fazendo ao redor do tempo, os humanos pensam a todo tempo que o universo é um objeto para seu benefício pessoal. Esta parte da humanidade nunca quis ter em min.&lt;br /&gt;Prefeiro ser condutor de Tao do que ser conduzido por esta parte da humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho natureza pessimista às vezes. Acho que entro muito de cabeça nas coisas. E, de vez em quando, quebro a cara e daí entro de cabeça (one more time) na tristeza devido a decepção. &lt;br /&gt;Me lembro quando eu assistia Disneylândia aos domingos de manhã e ouvia o Grilo Falante dizendo em música algo do tipo &lt;i&gt;"se você prestar atenção ao redor, os problemas são bolhas de ar"&lt;/i&gt;. Claro que tento ver as coisas assim, mas nem sempre consigo. Meu espírito fraqueja em muitos desafios. Mas, atualmente trato de levantar a cabeça. De tudo o que passou, vi que não era o culpado. &lt;br /&gt;Não tenho vergonha de ter amado. Escolhi a pessoa errada pra oferecer minha alma, foi isso. &lt;br /&gt;Outro dia nasce e outro passarinho vem à janela. Nada melhor apreciar a natureza que explode na nossa cara sem notarmos, discordando do Tom Jobim quando perguntava "&lt;i&gt;pra quê tanto céu, pra quê tanto mar…&lt;/i&gt;" Mas a tristeza nos deixa cegos. Outra coisa sem preço é a ajuda valiosa do bom da natureza humana: a amizade. &lt;br /&gt;Também podemos melhorar só depende de nossa essência ou condição própria de ser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-6360373353741700639?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6360373353741700639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=6360373353741700639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/6360373353741700639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/6360373353741700639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/10/pra-que-tanto-ceu-pra-que-tanto-mar.html' title='Pra quê tanto céu, pra quê tanto mar…'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-6480030766009012462</id><published>2010-10-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:06:19.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Efeito dominó</title><content type='html'>Cantam as almas nas alturas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No brilho de quem foge da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguram-se pela vozes do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que parte sem saida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois foge o vento &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de levantar telhados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde se esconde amordaçado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Homem de uma vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida de infernos e agonias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos tempos de criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá longe uma cotovia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruza o céu em rodopio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando uma presa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cala o seu pio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-6480030766009012462?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6480030766009012462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=6480030766009012462&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/6480030766009012462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/6480030766009012462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/10/efeito-domino.html' title='Efeito dominó'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-4203526376646203409</id><published>2010-10-14T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:54:17.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Os bambas da Portela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TLdQB7fBQnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/i6iF3jmLGVI/s1600/o+misterio+do+samba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TLdQB7fBQnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/i6iF3jmLGVI/s320/o+misterio+do+samba.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia desses assisti o documentário &lt;i&gt;O Mistério do Samba&lt;/i&gt;. Retrata o cotidiano, as histórias e os sambistas de Oswaldo Cruz, bairro da zona norte do Rio de Janeiro onde está a comunidade da Portela. Dirigido por Lula Buarque de Hollanda e Carolina Jabor e idealizado e apresentado por Marisa Monte.&lt;br /&gt;O longa comove ao apresentar os encontros e rodas de samba e ao resgatar composições dos anos 1940 e 1950 ainda não gravadas.&lt;br /&gt;Os passos miúdos dos veteranos e suas memórias emocionam até quem é doente do pé, como eu.&lt;br /&gt;Esta aí a dica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-4203526376646203409?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/4203526376646203409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=4203526376646203409&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/4203526376646203409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/4203526376646203409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/10/os-bambas-da-portela.html' title='Os bambas da Portela'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TLdQB7fBQnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/i6iF3jmLGVI/s72-c/o+misterio+do+samba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-2031540919385656787</id><published>2010-10-08T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:10:36.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'>Pensar fora do quadrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TK_4bLwSwkI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yRvxfkzacYs/s1600/ssss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TK_4bLwSwkI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yRvxfkzacYs/s200/ssss.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De médico tenho um pouco,&lt;br /&gt;Sou pouco, &lt;br /&gt;cientista nem pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso e começo a viajar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-2031540919385656787?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/2031540919385656787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=2031540919385656787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/2031540919385656787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/2031540919385656787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/10/pensar-fora-do-quadrado.html' title='Pensar fora do quadrado'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TK_4bLwSwkI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yRvxfkzacYs/s72-c/ssss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-6421075587497553984</id><published>2010-10-06T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T05:28:14.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><title type='text'>phd em curiosidades e bizarrices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TKxrRUvP3gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bik56OG7d6s/s1600/beijo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TKxrRUvP3gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bik56OG7d6s/s320/beijo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isso não é beijo. É medida profilática.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-6421075587497553984?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6421075587497553984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=6421075587497553984&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/6421075587497553984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/6421075587497553984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/10/phd-em-curiosidades-e-bizarrices.html' title='phd em curiosidades e bizarrices'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TKxrRUvP3gI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bik56OG7d6s/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-3342717741105797090</id><published>2010-10-01T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:55:10.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HQs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Herói dos quadrinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TKZEyHiZjpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qzAGqcaKj_I/s1600/Tintim+80+Anos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TKZEyHiZjpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qzAGqcaKj_I/s200/Tintim+80+Anos.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sou fã e colecionador das &lt;i&gt;Aventuras de Tintim&lt;/i&gt;, um dos maiores heróis das HQs dos anos 80.&lt;br /&gt;Existe até o momento aproximadamente 24 volumes que imortalizou o topete, a coragem e a honestidade do repórter Tintim, do belga Hergé.&lt;br /&gt;Tintim e seu inseparável cachorro Milu e os amigos capitão Haddock e o professor Girassol, já estiveram num sequestro de avião na Austrália, acharam múmias no Peru, salvaram um rei dos Bálcãs e enquadraram diversos vilões pelo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Hergé criou o personagem para o suplemento juvenil &lt;i&gt;Petit Vingtième&lt;/i&gt;, do jornal &lt;i&gt;Vingtième Siècle&lt;/i&gt;, em 1929.&lt;br /&gt;No País dos Sovietes, Tintim e Alfa-Arte, Tintim e os Pícaros, Voo 714 para Sidney, fazem parte da minha coleção. Pretendo possuir os outros 20 títulos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-3342717741105797090?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/3342717741105797090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=3342717741105797090&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3342717741105797090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3342717741105797090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/10/heroi-dos-quadrinhos.html' title='Herói dos quadrinhos'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TKZEyHiZjpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qzAGqcaKj_I/s72-c/Tintim+80+Anos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-7679735071334078573</id><published>2010-09-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:48:42.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Das lembranças</title><content type='html'>Quando me assombro &lt;br /&gt;nessas úmidas noites &lt;br /&gt;sem lua &lt;br /&gt;uma prece me mantém são: &lt;br /&gt;a lembrança de uma mulher nua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-7679735071334078573?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7679735071334078573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=7679735071334078573&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/7679735071334078573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/7679735071334078573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/09/das-lembrancas.html' title='Das lembranças'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-5311578779131726443</id><published>2010-09-20T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:47:58.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><title type='text'>Eu, robô</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sentimentos humanos ainda são uma fonte de misterios para mim, entretando posso sentir uma estranha corrente de fuga em&amp;nbsp;minhas trilhas positrônicas, cujo efeito foram alguns choques em&amp;nbsp;minha rede neural.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-5311578779131726443?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/5311578779131726443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=5311578779131726443&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/5311578779131726443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/5311578779131726443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/09/eu-robo.html' title='Eu, robô'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-7623829462476818901</id><published>2010-09-16T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:43:39.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem conteúdo</title><content type='html'>Há&amp;nbsp;histórias sem começo, &lt;br /&gt;que pulam direto paro o meio, &lt;br /&gt;que vão para o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Outras começam pelo meio, &lt;br /&gt;vão para o fim e &lt;br /&gt;voltam para o começo. &lt;br /&gt;E ainda tem aquelas &lt;br /&gt;que só tem começo, e &lt;br /&gt;param por aí.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-7623829462476818901?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/7623829462476818901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=7623829462476818901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/7623829462476818901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/7623829462476818901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/09/sem-conteudo.html' title='Sem conteúdo'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-5625063448554001276</id><published>2010-09-14T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:50:32.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'>Culpa do feio</title><content type='html'>Por que essa eterna via de mão única? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém  pode vir  na contramão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saco! socorro, preciso de inspiração!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-5625063448554001276?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/5625063448554001276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=5625063448554001276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/5625063448554001276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/5625063448554001276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/09/culpa-do-feio.html' title='Culpa do feio'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-1196664310273126833</id><published>2010-09-08T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:50:59.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Meus versos</title><content type='html'>Vento é movimento, é força e mudança. &lt;br /&gt;A vela do meu barco me leva aonde quero.&lt;br /&gt;De popa, bombordo ou boreste. &lt;br /&gt;Se de proa eu orco…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-1196664310273126833?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1196664310273126833/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=1196664310273126833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/1196664310273126833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/1196664310273126833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/09/meus-versos.html' title='Meus versos'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-9197653896355963496</id><published>2010-09-05T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:51:24.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'>Apocalipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TIQ02lfL1GI/AAAAAAAAAVA/libs3x8VBZY/s1600/mosca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TIQ02lfL1GI/AAAAAAAAAVA/libs3x8VBZY/s200/mosca.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contra as moscas praguejaste: &lt;br /&gt;Renascerás não um leão - uma barata - um chinelo : t'esmagará&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-9197653896355963496?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/9197653896355963496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=9197653896355963496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/9197653896355963496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/9197653896355963496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2010/09/apocalipse.html' title='Apocalipse'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/TIQ02lfL1GI/AAAAAAAAAVA/libs3x8VBZY/s72-c/mosca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-331507222025879449</id><published>2009-04-08T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:52:33.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'>Sem pódio de chegada ou beijo de namorada</title><content type='html'>É impossível agradar a todos. Imagine-se como um jogador de futebol, quando ganha a partida, seu time vibra. Mas a torcida adversária fica triste. Portanto, procuro agradar aos que me querem bem, pois eles verdadeiramente torcem pelo meu sucesso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dias sim, dias não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu vou sobrevivendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem um arranhão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da caridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de quem me detesta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se a gente levasse a vida com mais humor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez, a gente descobrisse um jeito mais leve de se relacionar com quem está à nossa volta. Reparando menos nas chatices e mais nos pequenos prazeres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abrindo um pouco mais o sorriso. Nem que seja para rir de si mesmo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas noites de frio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é melhor nem nascer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas de calor, se escolhe: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é matar ou morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim nos tornamos brasileiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ESTOU DERRETENDO. A gíria veio dos morros do Rio de Janeiro, mas já&lt;br /&gt;passeia&lt;br /&gt;pelo mundo dos paulistanos. Foi assim com "babado" por exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;Essa expressão não tem ligação direta com o uso de drogas, embora signifique&lt;br /&gt;estou louco de vontade".&lt;br /&gt;Eu uso assim: "Estou derretendo para dançar&lt;br /&gt;naquele clube hoje à noite.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos derreter?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322362010784919154" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SdzUDLrebnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/E3f0adTSIhM/s320/ATgAAACzfnMn1g8Q9k1sihzEoxyr0E4ScwFTgKUOkJw-PwceUQWx6vOqE97A_A2vF0DnfpHNxNyHhPSc2HG8IzVnw6zdAJtU9VDm7GOxmvgIX2B00-kKdDccaDXX4A.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 241px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-331507222025879449?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/331507222025879449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=331507222025879449&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/331507222025879449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/331507222025879449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/04/sem-podio-de-chegada-ou-beijo-de.html' title='Sem pódio de chegada ou beijo de namorada'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SdzUDLrebnI/AAAAAAAAAUo/E3f0adTSIhM/s72-c/ATgAAACzfnMn1g8Q9k1sihzEoxyr0E4ScwFTgKUOkJw-PwceUQWx6vOqE97A_A2vF0DnfpHNxNyHhPSc2HG8IzVnw6zdAJtU9VDm7GOxmvgIX2B00-kKdDccaDXX4A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-4385789315470339649</id><published>2009-03-30T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:53:21.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Sem pé nem cabeça e de perna curta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sabe como começou essa crença popular de contar mentiras e "zoar" com os outros no dia 1º de abril? Nem eu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu Yancy, famoso pescador e caçador, não cansava de contar suas proezas. Certa feita, como sempre no bar do português Antônio, Yancy começou a contar:&lt;br /&gt;- A cobra era das mais venenosas; o tamanho do animar dava quatro vorta no meu corpo e ainda sobrava rabo. Daí eu peguei a espingarda e mirei, mirei bem no meio da testa da bicha e então...&lt;br /&gt;- Telefone pro sinhô, seu Yancy.&lt;br /&gt;Ele sai, atende à ligação e, quando volta, pergunta logo:&lt;br /&gt;- Onde mesmo é que eu estava?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém responde que mirando bem no meio da cabeça do animal.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois bem - continua Yancy - mirei bem no meio dos óio do animar e disparei. Sartô pena pra tudo que foi lado. Deixei a franguinha depenada de um só tiro.&lt;br /&gt;Seu Antonio intervém:&lt;br /&gt;- Ô, seu Yancy, ma não era uma cobra?&lt;br /&gt;-Era uma cobra dos outro mundo, das outra época em que cobra tinha pena.&lt;br /&gt;- E eu que não sabia que cobra tinha pena...&lt;br /&gt;- Não tem mais memo. Só tinha sobrado essa que eu extintei pra sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-4385789315470339649?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/4385789315470339649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=4385789315470339649&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/4385789315470339649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/4385789315470339649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/sem-pe-nem-cabeca-e-de-perna-curta.html' title='Sem pé nem cabeça e de perna curta!'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-5665657603122528426</id><published>2009-03-20T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:54:01.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observatório'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Playing For Changer</title><content type='html'>O premiado documentário "Playing For Change: Peace Trough Music", reuniu 37 músicos do mundo todo e fizeram a cover de Stand By Me. O DVD será lançado em Abril deste ano&lt;br /&gt;O movimento Playing For Change ajuda construir escolas, conectar estudantes e inspirar comunidades necessitadas através de música. A mensagem do Playing For Change tem enorme significado no mundo atual, porque a música, une, pacifica e relaxa a alma humana. Trabalhos como o desse pessoal deve ser apoiado e divulgado no mundo todo. É uma forma de focar a energia e atenção naquilo que queremos para o mundo; paz, fraternidade e respeito pelo próximo.&lt;br /&gt;Paz através da música. Veja como fica lindo quando há união entre os povos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Us-TVg40ExM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-5665657603122528426?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/5665657603122528426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=5665657603122528426&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/5665657603122528426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/5665657603122528426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/03/playing-for-changer.html' title='Playing For Changer'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-1342571457500219517</id><published>2009-02-15T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:56:27.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimos'/><title type='text'>From hell</title><content type='html'>Recebi esse meme from hell, mais conhecido como "meme dos segredos",da Amiga Lêda Maria do blog &lt;a href="http://vozderessaca.blogspot.com/"&gt;DIZ AÍ&lt;/a&gt;,achei legal a brincadeira e por isso resolvi responder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baixo estão alguns dos segredos (que na verdade são micos que já passei), como diz o meme From hell que traduzido significa do inferno, resolvi participar porque na verdade são coisas que quando lembro da vontade de enfiar a cabeça no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Eu já compus algumas músicas, e também já fiz uma música para minha namorada no aniversário dela. Acho que ela gostou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Já assaltei a carteira do meu pai, mas no final do mês eu devolvi tudinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Uma vez pintei minha unha de vermelho, mas foi para ir a uma festa a fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Na festa de um amigo eu estava dançando super animado quando pisei na saia de uma menina e ela caiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Meus amigos estavam bolando uma festa-surpresa para uma garota. Sem querer, eu deixei escapar que ia comer bolo na casa dela no dia seguinte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Escolhi um presente bem baratinho para um amigo secreto, mas na hora de embalar esqueci de tirar a preço. tem coisa mais chata que isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para não ficar sozinho nessa, passo para alguns amigos: &lt;a href="http://segredosmulher.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cronicasdevaneios.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://infra-cranianos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tatiana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gostosurastravessuras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://livrosedicas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rubens&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://reciclandoideais.blogspot.com/"&gt;Valéria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Para participar é só desabafar 06 segredos sem culpa e se possível, repassar para os amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-1342571457500219517?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/1342571457500219517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=1342571457500219517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/1342571457500219517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/1342571457500219517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-hell.html' title='From hell'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-2646251877514417734</id><published>2009-02-10T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:54:33.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><title type='text'>Agroshopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma ideia...&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301107480738753202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZFRKtGZarI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dGgsPJsX0Ak/s320/Galinha.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 239px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vai sobrar um só grão para contar história. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-2646251877514417734?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/2646251877514417734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=2646251877514417734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/2646251877514417734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/2646251877514417734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/02/agroshopping.html' title='Agroshopping'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZFRKtGZarI/AAAAAAAAAQo/dGgsPJsX0Ak/s72-c/Galinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-333703902192661485</id><published>2009-02-05T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:55:51.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observatório'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>Tá vindo de onde, tá indo pra onde?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYsxyObWq5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/CykY7f7_NGA/s1600-h/transito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299384125467569042" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYsxyObWq5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/CykY7f7_NGA/s320/transito.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Transitar é abrir caminho para a vida acontecer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você passa por mim e nem me olha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou até olha, mas finge não me ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazer o que?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um rio de carros separa nossas calçadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por entre as faixas, táxis e pedestres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu olhar te busca, mas se perde de você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes já vimos uma cena parecida com a do poeminha aí de cima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E se deu sorte, é até capaz de ter vivido uma situação parecida. Sorte, sim, porque nada como um rosto bonito para colorir um dia de tédio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas, deixando o papo de paquera de lado, para os olhares que deram certo e para os que se perderam, hoje eu me dei conta do quanto o simples ato de sair de casa e ir a faculdade, ao shopping mais próximo, ao encontro com os amigos, tem importância enorme em nossas vidas. Muita coisa pode acontecer no ato corriqueiro de sair para rua. Uma vida inteira pode mudar em um simples passeio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A mudança pode ser boa se, de repente, aparecer uma surpresa pelo caminho. Como um amigo perdido no tempo que você reencontra subitamente numa esquina. Ou pela janela do carro que passa por você. Às vezes, o passado volta na faixa contrária!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas mudança pode ser ruim se, por uma razão qualquer, alguém à frente de um volante resolve fazer de conta que a pista é só dele, de mais ninguém. Por algum mistério insondável, tem gente que acha que o pedal do acelerador foi feito para descarregar raiva ou frustação. E o resultado pode ser ruim. Não só para essa pessoa, mas também para quem cruzar seu caminho naquele momento de descontrole, foi isso o que vi hoje e essa cena jamais sairá da minha cabeça, foi muito triste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma será que o mistério é tão insondável assim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na verdade, esse tipo de atitude tem explicação. Infelizmente, no trânsito de hoje em dia, ainda existem pessoas que pensam que o trânsito é uma corrida contra o tempo, uma guerra, um transtorno, principalmente numa cidade como São Paulo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tem jeito mais esperto de passar por aqui e seguir em frente,&lt;br /&gt;sem deixar que o amanhã se perca de repente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-333703902192661485?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/333703902192661485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=333703902192661485&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/333703902192661485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/333703902192661485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/02/caos-no-transito.html' title='Tá vindo de onde, tá indo pra onde?'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYsxyObWq5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/CykY7f7_NGA/s72-c/transito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-4663814031416801522</id><published>2009-02-04T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:43:39.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimos'/><title type='text'>Selo da proximidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYmiXAKUGQI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jXcIwTSS6QU/s1600-h/proximidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298944952642050306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYmiXAKUGQI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jXcIwTSS6QU/s320/proximidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recebi este selo da proximidade do blog amigo &lt;a href="http://vozderessaca.blogspot.com/"&gt;DIZ AÍ&lt;/a&gt;, da colega Lêda Maria, agradecido de coração...estou repassando para alguns amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Não te esqueças que os estranhos são amigos que ainda não conheces.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-4663814031416801522?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/4663814031416801522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=4663814031416801522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/4663814031416801522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/4663814031416801522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/02/selo-de-proximidade.html' title='Selo da proximidade'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYmiXAKUGQI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jXcIwTSS6QU/s72-c/proximidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-3157116825947803594</id><published>2009-02-03T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T14:01:16.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Política'/><title type='text'>Política atual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma ideia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYgceWD6oOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PsssDUq-Kcc/s1600-h/politica.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298516269245047010" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYgceWD6oOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PsssDUq-Kcc/s320/politica.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 172px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O Collor fez o Lula e o Bush fez Obama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-3157116825947803594?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/3157116825947803594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=3157116825947803594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3157116825947803594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3157116825947803594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/02/politica-atual.html' title='Política atual'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYgceWD6oOI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PsssDUq-Kcc/s72-c/politica.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-3205126356659586716</id><published>2009-01-28T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:38:19.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Observatório'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>Origens do ódio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYCsMlunpuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JhpmRDLXj3M/s1600-h/gaza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296422494073759458" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYCsMlunpuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JhpmRDLXj3M/s320/gaza.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 228px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fico impressionado com essas guerras no Oriente Médio e me pergunto como e quando nasceu todo esse ódio ?&lt;br /&gt;Na minha opnião, e o que vejo em jornais e revista é que, o ataque a Gaza realimenta uma espiral de intolerância recíproca entre judeus e palestinos, numa região onde racismo, impulso por vingança e sede de sangue habitam porões e mentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Relatividade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/"&gt; "Duas coisas são&lt;br /&gt;infinitas: o universo e a estupidez humana. Mas, no que diz respeito ao&lt;br /&gt;universo, ainda não adquiri certeza absoluta" (Albert Einstein ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-3205126356659586716?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/3205126356659586716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=3205126356659586716&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3205126356659586716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3205126356659586716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/origens-do-odio.html' title='Origens do ódio'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SYCsMlunpuI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JhpmRDLXj3M/s72-c/gaza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-2731756014421858260</id><published>2009-01-27T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:57:04.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Oriente-se no mercosul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SX8CDnqaoRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2Cqg5RdBc5A/s1600-h/mapa+do+brasil.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295953948020744466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SX8CDnqaoRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2Cqg5RdBc5A/s320/mapa+do+brasil.png" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 318px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje as ideias vadias estão rolando soltas. Resolvi fazer uma brincadeira com alguns lugares do mercosul, se alguém tiver outras idéias fique à vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Belo Horizonte....Aqui se trabalha&lt;br /&gt;Brasília.................Aqui se rouba mas se faz&lt;br /&gt;Pantanal..............Aqui se pega, mata e come&lt;br /&gt;Porto Alegre.......Aqui se fala grosso barbaridade&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro....Aqui se faz propaganda&lt;br /&gt;Salvador..............Aqui não se faz nada&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo............Aqui se trampa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-2731756014421858260?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/2731756014421858260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=2731756014421858260&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/2731756014421858260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/2731756014421858260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/oriente-se-no-mercosul.html' title='Oriente-se no mercosul'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SX8CDnqaoRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2Cqg5RdBc5A/s72-c/mapa+do+brasil.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-413644990976520469</id><published>2009-01-26T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:48:26.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mimos'/><title type='text'>PRÊMIO DARDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SX5_BocieGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lWDralIkwds/s1600-h/PREMIO_DARDOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295809877847996514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SX5_BocieGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lWDralIkwds/s320/PREMIO_DARDOS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganhei um prêmio!!!! Fui premiado através do site parceiro &lt;a href="http://opinelivros.blogspot.com/"&gt;OPINE SOBRE LIVROS&lt;/a&gt;, vale a pena visitar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-413644990976520469?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/413644990976520469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=413644990976520469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/413644990976520469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/413644990976520469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/premio-dardos.html' title='PRÊMIO DARDOS'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SX5_BocieGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lWDralIkwds/s72-c/PREMIO_DARDOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-2227481383237846139</id><published>2009-01-21T03:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:45:57.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><title type='text'>Uma professora dedicada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXcJ0QOctQI/AAAAAAAAANw/p519s_0qHdY/s1600-h/loira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293710680310723842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXcJ0QOctQI/AAAAAAAAANw/p519s_0qHdY/s320/loira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma professora é acusada de ter estrupado um aluno 300 vezes (!) nos EUA, entre 2006 e 2008. Ela começou a abusar do garoto quando ele tinha 13 anos e teria lhe tirado a virgindade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Casada, a loira "dava lições" ao jovem na própria casa, enquanto o maridão cochilava, literalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas foi descoberta pelo pai do garoto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pobre Rapaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-2227481383237846139?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/2227481383237846139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=2227481383237846139&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/2227481383237846139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/2227481383237846139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/eua.html' title='Uma professora dedicada'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXcJ0QOctQI/AAAAAAAAANw/p519s_0qHdY/s72-c/loira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-6022250584415716063</id><published>2009-01-20T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:25:57.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Cobra emblema de Esculápio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXX4tbEiGnI/AAAAAAAAANA/KvR4CmScB0A/s1600-h/esculapio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293410396288457330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXX4tbEiGnI/AAAAAAAAANA/KvR4CmScB0A/s320/esculapio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A cobra surgiu no início dos tempos, quando o nó da criação foi desatado. Figura mitológica, ela é um dos mais importantes arquétipos da alma humana e, sob esse aspecto, encarna o psiquismo mais obscuro, aquilo que é incompreensível, misterioso, profundo.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a tradição popular, é a própria representação do mal: uma criatura esguia e fria, sem patas, pêlos ou plumas, traiçoeira e perigosa, cuja picada pode matar.&lt;br /&gt;A cobra é o mais fascinante dos animais e a mitologia apenas reflete essa condição. No relato bíblico, ela surge na cena do pecado original.&lt;br /&gt;Na Grécia antiga, foi adotada como emblema de Esculápio, o deus da medicina, e Higéia, a deusa da saúde.&lt;br /&gt;Uma cobra mordendo o próprio rabo representa a criação do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;A humanidade deve muito a elas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-6022250584415716063?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/6022250584415716063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=6022250584415716063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/6022250584415716063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/6022250584415716063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/cobra-simbolo-da-medicina.html' title='Cobra emblema de Esculápio'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXX4tbEiGnI/AAAAAAAAANA/KvR4CmScB0A/s72-c/esculapio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-35328718788268838</id><published>2009-01-16T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:15:46.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><title type='text'>A galinha das alturas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXCjoA6EBwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VRYRi8Jn53I/s1600-h/galinhadas+das+alturas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291909469993961218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXCjoA6EBwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VRYRi8Jn53I/s320/galinhadas+das+alturas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essa eu tinha que postar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tem galinha que, às vezes surpreende.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No sítio de um amigo, uma galinha fez o ninho nos galhos de uma mangueira a 12 metros de altura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Difícil mesmo vai ser tirar os pintinhos de lá.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-35328718788268838?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/35328718788268838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=35328718788268838&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/35328718788268838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/35328718788268838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/galinha.html' title='A galinha das alturas'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXCjoA6EBwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VRYRi8Jn53I/s72-c/galinhadas+das+alturas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-471990062858387166</id><published>2009-01-16T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:51:49.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXCeE5Jxe8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ceeHtfuKQhw/s1600-h/Eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291903369058810818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXCeE5Jxe8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ceeHtfuKQhw/s200/Eclipse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crepúsculo, Eclipse e Lua Nova os três livros de uma das séries de maior sucesso de todos os tempos entre os jovens.&lt;br /&gt;A autora Criou um universo bastante original e romântico, que mostra o cotidiano e os dramas de vampiros colegiais e adolescentes.&lt;br /&gt;(Stephenie Meyer; Ed. Intrínseca; Ficção, terror e suspense)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-471990062858387166?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/471990062858387166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=471990062858387166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/471990062858387166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/471990062858387166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/trilogia-stephenie-meyer.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXCeE5Jxe8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ceeHtfuKQhw/s72-c/Eclipse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-4152467257162216379</id><published>2009-01-16T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:33:20.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Os benefícios do abacaxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXCGQbWDa_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/psIRX1xfpv4/s1600-h/abacaxi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291877178936617970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXCGQbWDa_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/psIRX1xfpv4/s320/abacaxi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Existem hoje cerca de 150 espécies diferentes de abacaxi. Os espanhois que estiveram no Brasil na época do descobrimento, experimentaram o fruto e levaram para a Espanha e Filipinas, onde batizaram com o nome de &lt;em&gt;pinã.&lt;/em&gt; O Havaí produz mais de 5 toneladas ano, além da Austrália, Inglaterra, México, Cuba, Flórida e Índia Ocidental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O abacaxi contém cobre mineral que pode acabar com as dores, principalmente de cabeça. Contém ferro e manganês que mantém os ossos fortes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cálcio, fofóro e iodo. Seu alto teor de fibras, ajuda na prisão de ventre, pois age como laxativo suave e natural. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Possui também as vitaminas A e C, que aumentam a imunidade, mas a maior virtude dessa fruta, em benefícios, está na quantidade de bromelina, extraída do talo do abacaxi, enzima capaz de degradar materiais albuminoides e dissolver gorduras principalmente das carnes, sendo empregada também para amaciá-las, para clarificar cerveja e como droga anti-inflamatória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A enzima bromelina age em nosso organismo, desempenhando três funções:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tem ação mucolítica, dissolvendo o muco ou catarro dos pulmões; é anti-inflamatória, ajudando a desobstruir a circulação; é digestiva, favorecendo e acelerando a digestão pesada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O abacaxi também é indicado para as pessoas que sofrem de doenças circulatórias, pois tem a ação de "quebrar" nas artérias as placas de fibrinas, que são proteínas que formam as partes essenciais dos coágulos sanguíneos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O suco da fruta é um excelente diurético, pois sua polpa é constituída de 93% de água e é laxante suave, e para quem sofre de tosses rebeldes, experimente bater mum liquidificador 2 fatias de abacaxi com 2 colheres de sopa de mel. Tomar 2 colheres de chá a cada duas horas. Para quem tem problemas de gota/ácido-úrico, comer 3 fatias de abacaxi de manhã, 3 à tarde e 3 à noite, durante 30 dias. Provavelmente você ficará livre desses males.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-4152467257162216379?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/4152467257162216379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=4152467257162216379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/4152467257162216379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/4152467257162216379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/doencas-circulatorias.html' title='Os benefícios do abacaxi'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SXCGQbWDa_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/psIRX1xfpv4/s72-c/abacaxi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-8615492216346952959</id><published>2009-01-12T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:18:01.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><title type='text'>Presepada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWsy2xgS49I/AAAAAAAAAMA/p_kC7EZ7KCI/s1600-h/pernas_pra_cima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290378103859897298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWsy2xgS49I/AAAAAAAAAMA/p_kC7EZ7KCI/s320/pernas_pra_cima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Decididamente, ser garota de programa em Minnesota (EUA) é um programão. Pelo menos, enquanto o Leão de lá não engrossar. Foi o que aconteceu com a dançarina de um cabaré local, que se meteu em problemas com o fisco gringo por não declarar 80 mil dólares de gorjeta que recebeu no período em que trabalhou lá (de 2004 a 2006).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou ali "gigolozar" uma amiga minha e já&lt;br /&gt;volto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-8615492216346952959?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8615492216346952959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=8615492216346952959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/8615492216346952959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/8615492216346952959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/garotas-de-programas.html' title='Presepada'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWsy2xgS49I/AAAAAAAAAMA/p_kC7EZ7KCI/s72-c/pernas_pra_cima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-851641250985077635</id><published>2009-01-08T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:39:26.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Os dez mandamentos do budismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWYAjm0VhiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/af64efSA8FQ/s1600-h/budismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288915424108709410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWYAjm0VhiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/af64efSA8FQ/s320/budismo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 Não matar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 Não roubar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 Não abusar da sexualidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 Não mentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 Não comercializar drogas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6 Não falar dos erros alheios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7 Não se elevar ou rebaixar os outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8 Não se levar pela ganância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9 Não ser movido pela raiva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10 Não falar mal dos tesouros budistas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(nunca fazer o mal, sempre fazer o bem a todos os seres)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-851641250985077635?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/851641250985077635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=851641250985077635&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/851641250985077635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/851641250985077635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/os-des-mandamentos-do-budismo.html' title='Os dez mandamentos do budismo'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWYAjm0VhiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/af64efSA8FQ/s72-c/budismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-459289403812433386</id><published>2009-01-08T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:06:11.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>No Tribunal do Meu Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWX92taHu-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/rpucJmoHorE/s1600-h/tribunal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288912453760433122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWX92taHu-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/rpucJmoHorE/s200/tribunal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No Tribunal do Meu Pai de Isaac Bashevis Singer (tradução de Alexandre Hubner; Cia das Letras; 360 páginas). Nascido na Polônia, Isaac Singer(1904-1991) vinha de uma linhagem de rabinos, mas rompeu a tradição familiar para se tornar escritor. Escrevendo iídiche o Nobel de Literatura de 1978 retratou a vida nas pequenas comunidades judaicas polonesas. No Tribunal de Meu Pai reúne crônicas autobiográficas sobre uma tradição judaica virtualmente perdida - o Bet Din, o tribunal rabínico que julgava sobre assuntos religiosos e mundanos. O tribunal que Singer  tinha sede em sua própria casa, e era presidido por seu pai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-459289403812433386?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/459289403812433386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=459289403812433386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/459289403812433386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/459289403812433386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-tribunal-do-meu-pai.html' title='No Tribunal do Meu Pai'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWX92taHu-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/rpucJmoHorE/s72-c/tribunal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-3515706606681683112</id><published>2009-01-07T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:57:41.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>extinção</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWSCc-4qoKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TTxhyfWjYE0/s1600-h/extincao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288495296868425890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWSCc-4qoKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TTxhyfWjYE0/s200/extincao.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 140px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peninha é um passarinho amarelo bem pequeno que está em extinção.&lt;br /&gt;Sua história e a de sua família é uma mensagem de alerta para as crianças sobre as consequências do desmatamento. O livro &lt;em&gt;Extinção&lt;/em&gt;, de Ademir Moreno Aguilar, com ilustrações de Cláudio Martins, é um dos vencedores do quarto concurso de Contos Infantis As Crianças do Mercosul, publicado pela editora argentina Comunicarte em português e espanhol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWSCKS-rFAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oIS-Z2AmGYU/s1600-h/extincao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-3515706606681683112?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/3515706606681683112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=3515706606681683112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3515706606681683112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3515706606681683112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/extincao.html' title='extinção'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWSCc-4qoKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TTxhyfWjYE0/s72-c/extincao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-8949938839126795784</id><published>2009-01-04T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:16:41.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias'/><title type='text'>Fim do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando o dia termina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a terra em silencio exala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o cheiro de aurora do mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o medo da noite escura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;causano peito humano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um sentimento profundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São escuridões moldadas à luz lunar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que imitam os trejeitos de um ser.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-8949938839126795784?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/8949938839126795784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=8949938839126795784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/8949938839126795784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/8949938839126795784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/fim-do-dia.html' title='Fim do dia'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-3885798514075487360</id><published>2009-01-04T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:04:07.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><title type='text'>E o podre?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWGFP3RGcYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/h7t-DambziQ/s1600-h/Materia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287653945089880450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWGFP3RGcYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/h7t-DambziQ/s320/Materia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a física a matéria  tem três estados: sólido, líquido e gasoso. Mas há os estágios intermediários, como o pastoso, o cremoso e o viscoso. E a física esqueceu quase totalmente a etapa do podre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-3885798514075487360?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/3885798514075487360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=3885798514075487360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3885798514075487360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3885798514075487360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-o-podre.html' title='E o podre?'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWGFP3RGcYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/h7t-DambziQ/s72-c/Materia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936367485698199880.post-3597666155114293558</id><published>2009-01-04T19:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:49:44.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideias vadias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divagações'/><title type='text'>Velha figueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma ideia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288919510521377778" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWYERd5Cc_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XVSl6Z7xkiA/s320/velha_figueira.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 222px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Velha figueira tão séria que até barba tem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8936367485698199880-3597666155114293558?l=ideiasvadia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/feeds/3597666155114293558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8936367485698199880&amp;postID=3597666155114293558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3597666155114293558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8936367485698199880/posts/default/3597666155114293558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideiasvadia.blogspot.com/2009/01/velha-figueira.html' title='Velha figueira'/><author><name>Fred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230245159007085848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SZhXIRbrsXI/AAAAAAAAARY/Sw2c-61Rtzw/S220/f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6sUzA9B_dk/SWYERd5Cc_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XVSl6Z7xkiA/s72-c/velha_figueira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
