<?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-7552964605709124730</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:58:42.777-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Essas coisas..."</title><subtitle type='html'>O objetivo desse bolg é quem o lê possa viajar na minha mente.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-1260628049899631391</id><published>2010-07-23T12:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:42:02.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>À TODOS QUE ME FAZEM SENTIR SAUDADES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Amamos o que é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insubstituível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;. Se um lugar, uma pessoa, uma coisa, um bicho ou época deixa saudade é porque partimos ou partiram eles, porque a nostalgia não pode nos jogar de volta a um tempo que acabou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; a força da gravidade nos prende ao chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  A língua portuguesa orgulha-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; da palavra saudade, e alardeia esse orgulho: é a única língua do mundo inteiro que expressa em um vocábulo esse sentimento. Não se pode trocá-la por uma única palavra de outra língua que signifique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; a mesma coisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; é possível substituir a saudade; mas é possível adaptar-se à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; . Pode -se no entanto:denominá-la, nomeá-la, dominá-la. Dar um nome àquele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fenômeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giannetti, Cecília.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LUGARES QUE NÃO CONEÇO, PESSOAS QUE NUNCA VI.&lt;/span&gt; Agir, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-1260628049899631391?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/1260628049899631391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=1260628049899631391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/1260628049899631391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/1260628049899631391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2010/07/todos-que-me-fazem-sentir-saudades.html' title='À TODOS QUE ME FAZEM SENTIR SAUDADES.'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-5602485465768377839</id><published>2009-10-07T11:42:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:48:44.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SsyqIvnP1oI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ndi-j5KTJpo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389869921252398722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SsyqIvnP1oI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ndi-j5KTJpo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É preciso poesia para sustentar um poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É preciso poesia para sustentar poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;É claro não podemos esquecer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Da boa companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-5602485465768377839?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/5602485465768377839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=5602485465768377839' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5602485465768377839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5602485465768377839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-volta.html' title='De volta!!!'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SsyqIvnP1oI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ndi-j5KTJpo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-1649154230195007365</id><published>2009-03-16T19:44:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:52:36.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/rede_prod/assets/0003/3907/Pandeiro_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/rede_prod/assets/0003/3907/Pandeiro_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Meu pandeiro toca o samba de bamba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Embala com toda a pompa meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Leva no miudinho minha desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Afasta a solidão no cavaquinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Toca em notas melódicas os corações alheios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E no sonho dos estradeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;No peito dos viajantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Abre as portas pro aconchego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;De um novo amor errante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-1649154230195007365?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/1649154230195007365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=1649154230195007365' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/1649154230195007365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/1649154230195007365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2009/03/meu-pandeiro-toca-o-samba-de-bamba.html' title=''/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-4272962009463710000</id><published>2009-03-16T19:05:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:24:59.979-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/Sb7UNv_nHCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VSukL4Nz4gI/s1600-h/blues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313917943030422562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/Sb7UNv_nHCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VSukL4Nz4gI/s320/blues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao som choroso de uma gaita que expele seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Blues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Espremo a ponta do lápis e dela só escorregam as lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esmago meu peito que sopra o vácuo de sentimento e uma dor que arde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao som espremido de uma gaita que expele o vácuo de sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esmago na ponta do lápis um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Blues&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de uma dor que arde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E do meu peito choroso escorregam as lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ao som sentimentalista de uma gaita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Espremo, que arde, a ponta do lápis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E esmago o vácuo de sentimentos de um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que expele as lágrimas escorregadias do meu peito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-4272962009463710000?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/4272962009463710000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=4272962009463710000' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/4272962009463710000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/4272962009463710000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2009/03/ao-som-choroso-de-uma-gaita-que-expele.html' title=''/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/Sb7UNv_nHCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/VSukL4Nz4gI/s72-c/blues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-251397274096114697</id><published>2008-10-14T00:40:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:00:21.801-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.cancaonova.com/fatimahoje/files/2008/03/maria-em-fatima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 503px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 676px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.cancaonova.com/fatimahoje/files/2008/03/maria-em-fatima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria não é mais a de João&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria não é mais a mãe de Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria não é mais as três estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria não é mais a coadjuvante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria é a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;protagonista&lt;/span&gt; nas novelas de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Manoel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Carlos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria agora é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mariá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para as mais iludidas e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pretensiosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é Mary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já para as mais elegantes é Marie Claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para as pré-adolescentes Mary Jane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já para os eternos jovens Marijuana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria agora vive e não apenas aguenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria é agora Maria Paula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria é agora Maria Clara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria é agora Maria Guilhermina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria é agora Maria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eugênia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, com toda a sua genialidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Efigênia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, com toda a sua eficiência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria agora é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria agora é da Glória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria agora é sinônimo da mulher brasileira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7552964605709124730-251397274096114697?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/251397274096114697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=251397274096114697' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/251397274096114697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/251397274096114697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/10/maria-no-mais-de-joo-maria-no-mais-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-5909517664194337678</id><published>2008-09-10T01:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:09:55.949-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Eu sou uma besta de uma poetisa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-5909517664194337678?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/5909517664194337678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=5909517664194337678' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5909517664194337678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5909517664194337678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-sou-uma-besta-de-uma-poetisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-3720410996288845654</id><published>2008-09-09T23:52:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:57:58.536-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewonderfulcity.com/images/cards/full_sapucai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thewonderfulcity.com/images/cards/full_sapucai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O tempo urge e a supacaí é piquinininha quando vista de cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Então nem pisque o olho pra não perder o samba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E o ritmo de bamba de carioca da gema do ovo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Da mente do povo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que pensa que o Rio é só carnaval, em Fevereiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E se esquece que no ano inteiro faz um calor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;que esquenta o calçadão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fazendo pipocar o coração da garota de Ipanema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;de Vinicius de Moraes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que cantava na esquina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fazendo entoar o samba do trôpego bamba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que em Fevereiro num piscar de olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alegra a sapucaí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-3720410996288845654?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/3720410996288845654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=3720410996288845654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/3720410996288845654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/3720410996288845654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-tempo-urge-e-supaca-piquinininha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-3405168447112418568</id><published>2008-09-03T01:41:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:04:29.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu acredito!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SL4iMkSDWWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/C82sWEnCGzI/s1600-h/sustowu5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241664615599004002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SL4iMkSDWWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/C82sWEnCGzI/s320/sustowu5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu acredito sim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dedico o que vou escrever aos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;meus futuros leitores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eu acredito &lt;strong&gt;num&lt;/strong&gt; bom velhinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Não &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; bom velhinho do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;de natal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mas aquele que te dá uma mesada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;todo mês e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ainda te ajuda quando o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dimdim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;não tá dando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Acredito no bicho papão e aprendi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;depois que cresci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;que não existe só o que tem &lt;strong&gt;na sua&lt;/strong&gt; imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E que o pior deles é o que está na mente &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos outros&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Acredito em coelhinho da Páscoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Coelhinho da Páscoa é aquele que vem botar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;seus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ovinhos&lt;/span&gt; uma vez por ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e depois desaparece, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;te deixando de barriga cheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;às vezes enjoada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e se sentindo horrível fisicamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Acredito sim em fada madrinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Porque à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;s vezes pareço uma princesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mas é só dar &lt;strong&gt;meia noite&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;que o feitiço e encantamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;se acabam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Acredito nas bruxas que ultimamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tem andando soltas por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e de vez em quando se disfarçam de gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oferecendo&lt;/span&gt; não só uma maçã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;qualquer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;outro tipo de "alimento".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E por aí vão surgindo os personagens da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7552964605709124730-3405168447112418568?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/3405168447112418568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=3405168447112418568' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/3405168447112418568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/3405168447112418568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/09/eu-acreditooo.html' title='Eu acredito!!!!'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SL4iMkSDWWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/C82sWEnCGzI/s72-c/sustowu5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-4927456329918820743</id><published>2008-08-20T22:46:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:30:01.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SKzM5dwWYGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/KIjPRcFe5Io/s1600-h/ug123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236785754337075298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SKzM5dwWYGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/KIjPRcFe5Io/s320/ug123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tamanha tristeza no rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Era fácil de se notar o desgosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O olhar de profundidade infinita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Camuflava do peito o orgulho da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Do dinheiro bem gasto dado numa vaquinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Que daria o leite de cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E que foi para o brejo na primeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Seca forte do sertão cravada no peito santo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E que tinha a mesma tristeza no rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E olhar de profundidade infinita que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Camuflava do peito o orgulho da vida de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dar o leite bento que alimentava as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Criancinhas, que tinham a tristeza no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Rosto e olhar de profundidade infinita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E que foram para o brejo na primeira seca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Forte do sertão cravada no peito da vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Que camuflava o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; orgulho da sua nação brasileira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-4927456329918820743?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/4927456329918820743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=4927456329918820743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/4927456329918820743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/4927456329918820743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/08/tamanha-tristeza-no-rosto-era-fcil-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SKzM5dwWYGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/KIjPRcFe5Io/s72-c/ug123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-4188813420578757562</id><published>2008-08-05T22:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:23:34.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conceituação da Dança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.neeeh.blogger.com.br/bale5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.neeeh.blogger.com.br/bale5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Expressar a dança através de palavras se constitui numa tarefa que sempre soará imperfeita.&lt;br /&gt;A dança, entendida como cópia ou interpretação de movimentos e ritmos inerentes ao ser humano, é tão antiga quanto o homem. Pouco a pouco, começou a ser submetida a regras disciplinares e a assumir o aspecto de uma cerimônia formal; instalou-se a preocupação com a coordenação estética dos movimentos, até então naturais e instintivos do corpo, colocando o homem diante das chamadas danças espetaculares, ou seja, do "espetáculo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O princípio estético aparece e, não por acaso, a palavra&lt;em&gt; estética &lt;/em&gt;deriva do grego &lt;em&gt;aisthêzis&lt;/em&gt;, que significa sensação. Pode-se definir estética como "uma sensação de beleza que domina tanto o homem que assiste quanto o que executa ou cria a arte".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe-se que nem todos os povos possuem talento na mesma proporção, contudo seria um tanto leviano afirmar que existam povos que não dancem. O interesse pelos movimentos do próprio corpo e do corpo do animal, a atividade motora natural do corpo e a capacidade pa&lt;a href="http://www.bailarinas.kit.net/Livros/livro_historia_da_danca_eliana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="107" alt="" src="http://www.bailarinas.kit.net/Livros/livro_historia_da_danca_eliana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ra usar as diversas características que dão expressão ao gesto e ao ritmo acompanham tanto os que sejam mais quanto os menos dotados do dom da dança, ainda que varie, é claro, a intensidade dessa manifestação." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trecho retirado do livro, "&lt;em&gt;História da Dança - Evolução Cultural&lt;/em&gt;"- Caminada, Eliana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-4188813420578757562?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/4188813420578757562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=4188813420578757562' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/4188813420578757562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/4188813420578757562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/08/conceituao-da-dana.html' title='Conceituação da Dança'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-1317613823520831133</id><published>2008-08-05T00:32:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:23:35.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://catedral.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/blog/catedral.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/porta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://catedral.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/blog/catedral.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/porta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seus dentes eram quase perfeitos.Mas por serem quase perfeitos, se tornavam suficientemente perfeitos para que eu perfeitamente me apaixonasse por eles. Seus lábios, esses não eram perfeitos, nem mesmo quase perfeitos chegavam a ser. Mas a precisão dos movimentos o faziam perfeitamente caber nos meus. Seus olhos...estes cabiam perfeitamente onde estavam. Me enganando perfeitamente de por onde passavam. E tinham tamanha perfeição que me guiavam, ou me conduziam, até onde queriam chegar. Suas bochechas tinham a perfeição de uma criação da Mãe Natureza. Sua pele, dosagem e tons perfeitos de melanina. Seu nariz era perfeitamente colocado, com seu formato fálico. Mas perfeição como de seus cabelos, não tinha. A precisão com que caiam em seu rosto dava a perfeição dos seus olhos, bochechas, nariz, pele, a quase perfeição dos seus dentes e a imperfeição dos seus lábios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas não me prendo à imagem, à beleza exterior. Por isso nem cabe dizer da perfeição do seu corpo. Que, só a título de curiosidade, era completa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porém nada me encantava mais que a perfeição dos seus gestos, ao tomar a fronte das decisões do dia-a-dia, o seu cavalheirismo e poder de encantar a tudo e todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sua perfeição seguiu-se até o fim. E era o fim! Tão perfeito que nem pude perceber que este fim era para todo o sempre. E foi embora...me olhando com seus olhos, que de tão perfeitos me doíam. Andando perfeitamente um passo após o outro. Ia...deixando a porta perfeitamente meio aberta para que me houvesse meia esperança, num fim tão perfeito que nem notava que era fim. Pois este o fazia, com tanta perfeição, que quase perfeitamente já me esquecia dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E por isso este perfeito poema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Jola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-1317613823520831133?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/1317613823520831133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=1317613823520831133' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/1317613823520831133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/1317613823520831133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfeio.html' title='Perfeição'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-7174955530646019666</id><published>2008-08-04T15:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:52:18.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Conselho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thayanamacedo.blogger.com.br/estacao-de-trem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thayanamacedo.blogger.com.br/estacao-de-trem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Olha criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Lá vem o futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Planta teu pé e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Colhe teu fruto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Que lá vem o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Escreve teu livro como tua lembrança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Vê se te lança, que lá vem o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Pega teu trem e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Segue teu rumo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Olha para frente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Para virar gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Que lá vem o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ele chega, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Numa só rota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;Pega a fronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;E adrenta o horizonte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Lá vem o futuro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Olha criança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Siga sem medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;E aponte o dedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Com tiro certeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Acertando em cheio no meio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;E mira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Que lá vem o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Jola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-7174955530646019666?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/7174955530646019666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=7174955530646019666' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/7174955530646019666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/7174955530646019666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/08/conselho.html' title='Conselho'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-3701162391053859460</id><published>2008-08-03T21:08:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:44:12.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>História das bonecas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fd/Poup%C3%A9e_c_1870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fd/Poup%C3%A9e_c_1870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embora não sejam conhecidas bonecas datadas da Pré-História, provavelmente porque seriam feitas em madeira ou em couro, materiais perecíveis, na civilização &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bilônica&lt;/span&gt; conhece-se uma boneca com braços articulados feita em alabastro e também em túmulos de crianças do Antigo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Egipto&lt;/span&gt;, datáveis do período situado entre 3000 e 2000 a.C., onde foram encontradas bonecas de madeira com uma forma que se assemelha a uma espátula, possuindo uma cabeleira farta, sendo os cabelos feitos de fios de cabelo, provavelmente banhados na argila. Também se conhecem bonecas mais sofisticadas, com braços e pernas articuladas e com roupas. &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b1/Museum_f%C3%BCr_Ostasiatische_Kunst_Dahlem_Berlin_Mai_2006_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os estudiosos dividem-se quanto a que sentido atribuir à presença destes objectos nos túmulos; para alguns serviriam &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b1/Museum_f%C3%BCr_Ostasiatische_Kunst_Dahlem_Berlin_Mai_2006_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="427" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b1/Museum_f%C3%BCr_Ostasiatische_Kunst_Dahlem_Berlin_Mai_2006_019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;para que a criança brincasse com eles no mundo do Além, enquanto que outros autores argumentam que estes objectos teriam um carácter mágico, tendo sido ali colocados para trabalharem para o defunto na outra vida (uma função semelhante à das estátuas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uchebti&lt;/span&gt; dos adultos). Na localidade de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kahun&lt;/span&gt; foi encontrado aquilo que se julga ser um atelier de criação de bonecas.&lt;br /&gt;A prática de colocar bonecas nos túmulos das crianças também existiu na Grécia e Roma antigas. Na Grécia Antiga, fazia parte dos rituais que antecediam no casamento.A entrega por parte da noiva à deusa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ártemis&lt;/span&gt; das suas bonecas e de outros brinquedos, simbolizando o fim da infância. Prática semelhante existia em Roma. &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d2/Russian-Matroshka_no_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="214" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d2/Russian-Matroshka_no_bg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A criação de bonecas com objectivos comerciais estruturou-se na Alemanha do século XV, nas localidades de Nuremberga, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Augsburgo&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sonneberg&lt;/span&gt;, onde nasceram os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dochenmacher&lt;/span&gt; (fabricadores de bonecas). Foi também na Alemanha que se criaram as casas de bonecas.Paris, na mesma época que na Alemanha, também se começou a afirmar como centro de fabricação de bonecas. Nesta época, elas reproduziam o aspecto das mulheres locais e os materiais empregues eram a terracota, a madeira e o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alabrasto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No século XVII, apareceram na Holanda bonecas com olhos de vidro e bonecas com perucas feitas de cabelo humano.&lt;br /&gt;A época de maior esplendor na fabricação de bonecas aconteceu do século XIX até o início do século XX. Naquele tempo, as bonecas eram &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d5/PloenMarionetten_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="394" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d5/PloenMarionetten_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;feitas principalmente para os adultos, pois reproduziam fielmente as figuras da corte e da sociedade. As peças eram geralmente feitas de madeira, com rosto de porcelana, e vestidas com trajes de época. Como eram um produto voltado às classes mais abastadas, não tardaram a surgir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;roupinhas&lt;/span&gt; feitas por grandes costureiros e pessoas interessadas na fabricação artesanal.&lt;br /&gt;Em finais do século XIX,Thomas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Edison&lt;/span&gt; criou a ideia de uma boneca falante, que seria aproveitada por vários fabricantes para criar bonecas que recitavam orações ou cantavam.&lt;br /&gt;Com o advento do cinema e desenvolvimento do .desenho animado, bem como com a popularização da televisão, no século XX, pessoas e personagens passaram quase que obrigatoriamente a ter seus equivalentes em forma de boneca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Veja fotos de bonecas no&lt;strong&gt; Mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-3701162391053859460?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/3701162391053859460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=3701162391053859460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/3701162391053859460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/3701162391053859460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/08/histria-das-bonecas.html' title='História das bonecas'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-690520227568630836</id><published>2008-08-03T19:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:03:00.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solução</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJY4Upud9vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gbFoC26-gSc/s1600-h/abre-Moller-M200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230429944686704370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJY4Upud9vI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gbFoC26-gSc/s400/abre-Moller-M200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJY4qOVqULI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xA_aUKnSjhc/s1600-h/3-Moller-M200_pequeno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230430315292020914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJY4qOVqULI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xA_aUKnSjhc/s400/3-Moller-M200_pequeno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Se você está cansado de enfrentar o trânsito todos dias para ir trabalhar, ir à faculdade, à praia ou para ir de um lado da cidade ao outro e não aguenta mais gastar horas parado sem andar, no enguarrafamento. Aqui esta sua solução!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não é propaganda das Organizações Tabajara, não. É real mesmo!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJY4ghsPaZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XQ5SuBHquJo/s1600-h/1-Moller-M200_pequeno.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230430148688308626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJY4ghsPaZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XQ5SuBHquJo/s400/1-Moller-M200_pequeno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;O Disco Voar da Moller chega ano que vem com modelos a partir de US$150 mil. Este atinge a altura de 3 m. no máximo, capacidade de rodar de 160 km e velocidade máxima de 160km, sendo a de cruzeiro de 120km/h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fonte:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnauto.com.br/wmpublicador/MSNNoticia_conteudo.vxlpub?hnid=40129"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.msnauto.com.br/wmpublicador/MSNNoticia_conteudo.vxlpub?hnid=40129&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-690520227568630836?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/690520227568630836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=690520227568630836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/690520227568630836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/690520227568630836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/08/soluo.html' title='Solução'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Minha Namorada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meu poeta eu hoje estou contente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Todo mundo de repente ficou lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ficou lindo de morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eu hoje estou me rindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nem eu mesma sei de que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Porque eu recebi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Uma cartinhazinha de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se você quer ser minha namorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ai que linda namorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você poderia ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se quiser ser somente minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Exatamente essa coisinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Essa coisa toda minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Que ninguém mais pode ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você tem que me fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Um juramento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;De só ter um pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ser só minha até morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E também de não perder esse jeitinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;De falar devagarinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Essas histórias de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E de repente me fazer muito carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E chorar bem de mansinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sem ninguém saber porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E se mais do que minha namorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você quer ser minha amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Minha amada, mas amada pra valer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aquela amada pelo amor predestinada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sem a qual a vida é nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sem a qual se quer morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Você tem que vir comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Em meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E talvez o meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Seja triste pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Os seus olhos tem que ser só dos meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E os seus braços o meu ninho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No silêncio de depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E você tem de ser a estrela derradeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Minha amiga e companheira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No infinito de nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Vinícius de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-5155629363830006216?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/5155629363830006216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=5155629363830006216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5155629363830006216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5155629363830006216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/08/minha-namorada-meu-poeta-eu-hoje-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJSPceAbw-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iNM5zFlmZMw/s72-c/namorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-4579078099432611762</id><published>2008-08-02T11:58:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:04:52.353-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo na Solidez da Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJR55p2eIXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9bZLXEXuWZs/s1600-h/mundo_contrario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229939098677813618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJR55p2eIXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9bZLXEXuWZs/s400/mundo_contrario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;O mundo as vezes parece brincar com os meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Parecia já estar preparada para nascer antes mesmo do tempo.Por isso me sinto uma coroa de 20 anos com o mundo a desvendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Me sinto empoeirada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Olho a juventude e vejo que não tem nada mais vanguardista e repetitivo que o jovem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;À séculos as histórias se repetem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Seus instintos indomáveis, seus anseios por salvar o mundo e necessidade de mudar tudo ao redor se repetem de geração à geração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Como já havia dito Elis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;"Somos como nossos pais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;E daqui começo meu poema:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quero saber das palavras não ditas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Dos discursos não feitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Dos amores não amados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Dos pesares não pesados &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Dos fracassos e glórias não transpostos em filmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Das letras e sentimentos não musicados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quero ver o que passa impune e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Degustar o gosto do óbvio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Das coisas sem tempero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Quero sentir o cheiro da carne, sem perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;O que o ser humano fez do seu mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ao camuflar seus próprios sentidos e sentimentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ao por em seus olhos, vidros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Que parecem servir de barreira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Para enxergar o óbvio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;A nossa essência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Do que somos feitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;What's going on?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;by Jola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7552964605709124730-4579078099432611762?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/4579078099432611762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=4579078099432611762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/4579078099432611762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/4579078099432611762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/08/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo na Solidez da Solidão'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJR55p2eIXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9bZLXEXuWZs/s72-c/mundo_contrario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-8604895230373465352</id><published>2008-08-01T01:23:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:44:24.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJKSgIrqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZjpsmF4kCW8/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229403198114644962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJKSgIrqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZjpsmF4kCW8/s400/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quem é você?Quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quem você pensa que acha que é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pensa que aquelas tuas memórias de infância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Foram o que te trouxe até aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lembra de quando o feixe de luz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do raio de sol era mais irradiante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Os doces eram mais saborosos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A casa da vó mais colorida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não! Você não lembra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Você ficou embriagado com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cheiro de naftalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Das tuas coisas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Das tuas roupas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dos meus cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me esquece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu fiquei lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lá na tua primeira experiência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lá nas tuas sensações estranhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que faziam teu corpo tomar reações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Que não te cabiam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lá quando teus olhos me despias de tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E minuciosamente enchergaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A centelha de vida que estava dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E eu nem sabia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Agora, essa centelha vibra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E cadê atua? Cadê você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O que você fez com você na tua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Você precisa de águas límpidas e claras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como teu espelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E eu, sou cachoeira vulcânica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Doida para percorrer rios à fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não me barre! Não me pare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tira da minha frente essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Parede de concreto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E me deixa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me deixa regar os olhos de quem me vê,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para que eu seja mais&lt;/span&gt; eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E menos você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-8604895230373465352?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/8604895230373465352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=8604895230373465352' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/8604895230373465352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/8604895230373465352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/08/quem-vocquem-quem-voc-pensa-que-acha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJKSgIrqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZjpsmF4kCW8/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-5390201585444206949</id><published>2008-07-31T21:41:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:28:23.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos ver se vocês advinham....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quem é que já teve um bilião de sapatos e outro bilião de peças de roupas, incluindo peças íntimas e biquínis, fabricados exclusivamente para ela? Já teve 21 cães, 120 cavalos, 60 gatos, 30 póneis, um papagaio, um chimpanzé, um panda e outro tipos de animais adorados por qualquer menina jovem? Já foi paleontóloga, astronauta, roqueira, médica, princesa, cantora, patinadora, estilista, candidata à presidência dos Estados Unidos por duas vezes (uma em 1992, outra em 2000), entre outras funções? Que em 2002 deixou sua marca na calsada da fama de Hollywood? E que tem um namorado perfeito, que já foi príncipe e veio buscá-la em seu cavalo alado branco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJmzDx15rI/AAAAAAAAADw/peVEdY3xHX8/s1600-h/barbie-rose01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229355144704288434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJmzDx15rI/AAAAAAAAADw/peVEdY3xHX8/s400/barbie-rose01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Essa mulher só pode ser &lt;em&gt;Barbie Millicent Roberts. &lt;/em&gt;Isso, ela mesma! Lançada em 1959 e vendida, na época, por US$3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tudo começou com uma brincadeira de criança. Enquanto a pequena &lt;em&gt;Bárbara Millicent Roberts&lt;/em&gt; brincava com sua boneca de papel, sua mãe&lt;em&gt; Ruth&lt;/em&gt; e seu pai &lt;em&gt;Elliot Handler&lt;/em&gt; - fundador da empresa &lt;em&gt;Matell - &lt;/em&gt;tiveram a ideia de criar uma boneca adulta que as crianças pudessem mudar sua roupa. Uma boneca sem feições de bebê, com ar de adolescente e vestida com as últimas tendências da moda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A Barbie foi a primeira boneca a dobrar os joelhos e a ser maquiada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A primeira casa dela viria em 1961. Era feita de papelão, com móveis, discos, livros e objetos de decoração. As paredes amarelas davam o clima kitsch da época. Em 1964, sua casa vinha com decoração psicoldélica, que era moda e com móveis de plástico. O kit completa vinha em uma maletinha fácil de levar para casa das amigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Em 1980, foi criada a coleção étnica e em 1990, a coleção inspirada na alta-costura de Givenchy. Esta é hoje o símbolo da feminilidade e a boneca mais famosa, vendida em 150 países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A cada dois segundo s uma nova boneca é vendida em algum canto do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJmN4fXAhI/AAAAAAAAADo/S6YtDiZhwRw/s1600-h/mummified_barbies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229354506018816530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="237" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJmN4fXAhI/AAAAAAAAADo/S6YtDiZhwRw/s400/mummified_barbies.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hoje se pode viajar ao Egito para ver as Múmias de Barbie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas a mais nova novidade é a Barbie Store na Argentina, que está fazendo o maior sucesso entre as garotinhas. Lá você pode comprar roupas, sapatos, acessórios, brinquedos (tudo da barbie, claro), ou se embelezar no salão de beleza, Barbie Beauty Center e depois desfilar na passarela, montada exclusivamente para estrelas mirim. Mas se você quiser marcar um chá com suas amigas,para fofocar e comer guloseimas maravilhosas, pode reuni-las no Barbie Tea House e depois fazer uma festinha no Casa Barbie. Porém tenha atenção e ligue antes marcando horário, pois o loja só abre aos finais de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJnS0-Xz0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hWQQlx4aDok/s1600-h/barbie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229355690486124354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJnS0-Xz0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hWQQlx4aDok/s400/barbie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJohkJzuaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gxFHrWVV8Hc/s1600-h/BarbieM(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229357043180353954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="23" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJohkJzuaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gxFHrWVV8Hc/s400/BarbieM(8).jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJnS0-Xz0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hWQQlx4aDok/s1600-h/barbie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vejam fotos curiosas no &lt;strong&gt;Mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJnS0-Xz0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/hWQQlx4aDok/s1600-h/barbie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-5390201585444206949?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/5390201585444206949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=5390201585444206949' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5390201585444206949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5390201585444206949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/vamos-ver-se-vocs-advinham.html' title='Vamos ver se vocês advinham....'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJmzDx15rI/AAAAAAAAADw/peVEdY3xHX8/s72-c/barbie-rose01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-5452882289407470569</id><published>2008-07-31T21:14:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:28:16.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJYE2qnbYI/AAAAAAAAADg/NSJ2uKmmiLg/s1600-h/mennino.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229338957747547522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJYE2qnbYI/AAAAAAAAADg/NSJ2uKmmiLg/s400/mennino.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJX-DXKzkI/AAAAAAAAADY/H9FE24bhdCs/s1600-h/crianca_pobre01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229338840896556610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJX-DXKzkI/AAAAAAAAADY/H9FE24bhdCs/s400/crianca_pobre01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJXfAmRMRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TpRjYinXqww/s1600-h/iraque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229338307578638610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJXfAmRMRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TpRjYinXqww/s400/iraque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Garoto não faça isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Garoto não diga não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Menino vê se deixa disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Trabalho duro, calo na mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Filinho, não tenho dinheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Brinquedo, roupa, comida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lá se vai o último quilo de arroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E junto dele minha alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A barriga cresce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mais uma bocada.&lt;br /&gt;Menina nova está grávida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mais um "Zé Ninguém",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mais um infeliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E nem mais um vintém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Não perca a esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Menino - garoto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Não perca a esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E nem o sorriso no rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha Autoria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-5452882289407470569?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/5452882289407470569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=5452882289407470569' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5452882289407470569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5452882289407470569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/garoto-no-faa-isso-garoto-no-diga-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJJYE2qnbYI/AAAAAAAAADg/NSJ2uKmmiLg/s72-c/mennino.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-1324417607608219397</id><published>2008-07-31T01:45:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:08:02.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFHkBHYufI/AAAAAAAAADE/abKy50DQkrc/s1600-h/chronicles-of-narnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229039326454135282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFHkBHYufI/AAAAAAAAADE/abKy50DQkrc/s400/chronicles-of-narnia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFHHNuIuUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xLVQQ6eyXRI/s1600-h/OlafMovieJimCarrey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229038831621683522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFHHNuIuUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xLVQQ6eyXRI/s400/OlafMovieJimCarrey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFHDLnOC3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jlLHwEmRHCQ/s1600-h/1076610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229038762336324466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFHDLnOC3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/jlLHwEmRHCQ/s400/1076610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFGYNSx0yI/AAAAAAAAACs/7aSkD5GkycY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229038024053084962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFGYNSx0yI/AAAAAAAAACs/7aSkD5GkycY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;FAIR TALE....EM BOM PORTUGUÊS: CONTO DE FADA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Etimologia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;A palavra portuguesa "fada" vem do Latim &lt;em&gt;fatum &lt;/em&gt;(destino, fatalidade, fado, etc). O termo se reflete nos idiomas das principais nações europeias: &lt;em&gt;fée&lt;/em&gt; em francês, &lt;em&gt;fairy&lt;/em&gt; em inglês, &lt;em&gt;fata&lt;/em&gt; em italiano,&lt;em&gt; fee&lt;/em&gt; em alemão e &lt;em&gt;hada&lt;/em&gt; em espanhol. Por analogia, os "contos de fada" são denominados &lt;em&gt;conte defées&lt;/em&gt; na França, &lt;em&gt;fair tale &lt;/em&gt;na Inglaterra, &lt;em&gt;cuento de hadas &lt;/em&gt;na Espanha e &lt;em&gt;racconto di fata&lt;/em&gt; na Itália.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Na Alemanha, até o séc. XVIII era utilizada a expressão &lt;em&gt;feenmärchen,&lt;/em&gt; sendo substituída por &lt;em&gt;märchen&lt;/em&gt; ('narrativa popular", "história fantasiosa") depois do trabalho dos &lt;em&gt;irmãos Grimm.&lt;/em&gt; No Brasil e em Portugal, os contos de fada, na forma como são hoje conhecidos, surgiram em fins do séc. XIX sob o nome de &lt;em&gt;contos da carochinha&lt;/em&gt;. Esta denominação foi substituída pelo atual nome no séc. XX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-1324417607608219397?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/1324417607608219397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=1324417607608219397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/1324417607608219397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/1324417607608219397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/fair-tales_4497.html' title='Fair Tales'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFHkBHYufI/AAAAAAAAADE/abKy50DQkrc/s72-c/chronicles-of-narnia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-3279926895651118449</id><published>2008-07-31T01:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:45:07.431-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFCz0jSb6I/AAAAAAAAACk/Z_oOPyap50U/s1600-h/474px-Perrault1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229034100401270690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFCz0jSb6I/AAAAAAAAACk/Z_oOPyap50U/s400/474px-Perrault1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFCJmkEKFI/AAAAAAAAACc/9xtThQf2NLQ/s1600-h/474px-Perrault1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A jornada interior:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelo seu núcleo problemático de ser existencial, os contos de fada podem também ser encarados como "uma jornada em quatro etapas", sendo cada etapa da jornada uma estação no caminho da auto descoberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. TRAVESSIA: leva o herói ou heroína a uma terra diferente, marcada por acontecimentos mágicos e criaturas estranhas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. ENCONTRO: com uma presença diabólica - uma madrasta malévola, um ogro assassino, um mago ameaçador ou outra figura com caracteristicas de feiticeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. CONQUISTA: o herói ou heroína mergulha numa luta de vida ou morte com a bruxa, que leva inevitavelmente è morte desta última.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;4. CELEBRAÇÃO: um casamento de gala ou uma reunião de família, em que a vitória sobre a bruxa é enaltecida e todos vivem felizes par sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-3279926895651118449?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/3279926895651118449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=3279926895651118449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/3279926895651118449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/3279926895651118449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/jornada-interior-pelo-seu-ncleo.html' title='Fair Tales'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJFCz0jSb6I/AAAAAAAAACk/Z_oOPyap50U/s72-c/474px-Perrault1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-2119459485359389017</id><published>2008-07-31T01:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:29:34.789-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE_m3_a86I/AAAAAAAAACU/SUvlIy-vODY/s1600-h/474px-Perrault1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229030579451392930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE_m3_a86I/AAAAAAAAACU/SUvlIy-vODY/s400/474px-Perrault1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Contos de Fadas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;De origem celta, os contos de fada são uma variação do conto popular ou fábula. Partilham com estes o fato de serem uma narrativa curta, transmitida oralmente e onde o herói ou heroína tem de enfrentar grandes obstáculos antes de triunfar contra o mal. Característicamente envolvem algum tipo de magia, metamorfose ou encantamento, e apesar do nome, animais falantes são muito mais comuns neles do que as fadas propriamente ditas. Alguns exemplos: Rapunzel, Branca de Neve e os Sete Anões e A Bela e a Fera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Continua...&lt;/span&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/7552964605709124730-2119459485359389017?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/2119459485359389017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=2119459485359389017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/2119459485359389017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/2119459485359389017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/fair-tales_3221.html' title='Fair Tales'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE_m3_a86I/AAAAAAAAACU/SUvlIy-vODY/s72-c/474px-Perrault1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-637427865069315234</id><published>2008-07-31T01:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:30:41.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE9k8Bx0_I/AAAAAAAAACE/z9RIYGFyqzQ/s1600-h/800px-GustaveDore_She_was_astonished_to_see_how_her_grandmother_looked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229028347152028658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE9k8Bx0_I/AAAAAAAAACE/z9RIYGFyqzQ/s400/800px-GustaveDore_She_was_astonished_to_see_how_her_grandmother_looked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Origens: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Fadas são entidades fantásticas, características do folclore europeu ocidental. Apresentam-se como mulheres de grande beleza, imortais e dotadas de poderes sobrenaturais capazes de interferir na vida dos mortais em situações-limite. As fadas também podem ser diabólicas, sendo corriqueiramente denominadas "bruxas" em tal condição. Embora as bruxas 'reais" sejam usualmente retratadas como megeras, nem sempre os contos descrevem as fadas "do mal" como desprovidas de sua estonteante beleza. As primeiras referências às fadas surgem na literatura cortesão da Idade Média e nas novelas de cavalarias do ciclo Arturiano, tomando por base textos-fonte de origem reconhecidamente céltico-bretã.&lt;br /&gt;Tal literatura destaca o amor mágico e imortal vinculado às figuras de fadas como Morgana e Viviana, o que evidencia o status social elevado das mulheres na cultura celta, na qual possuíam uma ascendência e um poder muito maiores do que entre outros povos contemporâneos (ou posteriores).&lt;br /&gt;Conforme destaca Coelho (1987): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Na maioria das tradições, as fadas aparecem ligadas ao amor, ou sendo elas própriaa as amadas, ou sendo mediadoras entre os amantes. A partir da cristianização do mundo, foi esse último sentido que predominou, perdendo-se completamente aquela outra dimensão "maágica", sobrenatural."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Característica dos contos de fadas:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Podem contar ou não com a presença de fadas, mas fazem uso de magia e encantamentos;&lt;br /&gt;* Seu núcleo problemático é existencial (o herói ou a heroína buscam a realização pessoal);&lt;br /&gt;* Os obstáculos ou provas constituem-se num verdadeiro ritual de iniciação para heróis ou heroínas;&lt;br /&gt;* Sua origem é celta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-637427865069315234?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/637427865069315234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=637427865069315234' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/637427865069315234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/637427865069315234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/fair-tales_4860.html' title='Fair Tales'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE9k8Bx0_I/AAAAAAAAACE/z9RIYGFyqzQ/s72-c/800px-GustaveDore_She_was_astonished_to_see_how_her_grandmother_looked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-313964596579936251</id><published>2008-07-31T00:44:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:54:04.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE2NWDaTLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tOCPyOBCUwA/s1600-h/lobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229020245239942322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE2NWDaTLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tOCPyOBCUwA/s400/lobo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE2GIU-aqI/AAAAAAAAABs/UquOV59dCsc/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229020121296431778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE2GIU-aqI/AAAAAAAAABs/UquOV59dCsc/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tradição oral e escrita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conforme registra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Squire&lt;/span&gt;, "uma mitologia deve ser sempre mais velha do que os mais antigos versos e histórias que a celebram. Poemas e sagas elaborados não são feitos num dia, ou num ano". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Efetivamente&lt;/span&gt;, embora a tradição oral céltica do "conto mágico" possa ser velha, de milhares de anos, foi somente no século VII, com a transcrição do poema épico &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anglo&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saxação&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beowulf&lt;/span&gt; que ela começou a ter registro material. As fadas, contudo, precisariam esperar até o século IX para serem registradas nas páginas dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mabinogion&lt;/span&gt; (texto galês composto por quatro histórias distintas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mabinogion&lt;/span&gt; não assinalam somente o surgimento das fadas, mas também a transformação das aventuras reias que por ventura podem ter dão origem ao Ciclo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Arturiano&lt;/span&gt;, em lendas. Um dos quatro poemas narrativos que o compõe, "O Sonho de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rhonabry&lt;/span&gt;", descreve a luta do rei Artur contra os romanos. Após ser traído pro seu sobrinho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Moderete&lt;/span&gt; (posteriormente transformado num filho ilegítimo, Sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Modred&lt;/span&gt;) e mortalmente ferido, orei é levado pelas fadas para a mítica ilha de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Avalon&lt;/span&gt;, onde elas residem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1155, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Roman&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Brut&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Wace&lt;/span&gt; retoma as aventuras lendárias de Artur e seus cavaleiros. Em destaque, a figura da fada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Viviana&lt;/span&gt;, que cria, no lago onde vive, um menino que havia encontrado abandonado ( que, futuramente se transformaria em Sir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lancelot&lt;/span&gt;, o Cavaleiro do Lago). Posteriormente, a personagem de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Viviana&lt;/span&gt; sofre transformações ao longo de diversas histórias: de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;protetora&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lancelot&lt;/span&gt;, torna-se companheira do mago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Merlin&lt;/span&gt; e, finalmente, surge como "sedutora maligna" que aprisiona o mago num círculo mágico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda no séc. XII, os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lais&lt;/span&gt; de Marie de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt; cumpriram o papel de diluir a cultura céltico-bretã pelas cortes de toda a Europa e facilitar sua absorção pelo cristianismo. Neste processo, no entanto, os mitos poéticos celtas gradualmente perderam sua dimensão sobrenatural. Conforme assinala &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Garves&lt;/span&gt;,embora o cristianismo possua um forte elemento mítico, esta palavra adquiriu após ele um significado de "fantasio, absurdo, não - histórico". Os culpados por isso teriam sido justamente os trovadores franco - normandos, que transformaram o que era originalmente uma 'linguagem mágica" em vulgares romances de cavalaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CONTINUA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Esta pesquisa foi feita por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Rhaísa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Capella&lt;/span&gt; de Almeida, para um trabalho escolar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-313964596579936251?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/313964596579936251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=313964596579936251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/313964596579936251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/313964596579936251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/fair-tales_5792.html' title='Fair Tales'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE2NWDaTLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tOCPyOBCUwA/s72-c/lobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-6737211039960039292</id><published>2008-07-31T00:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:51:56.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE0oQHdOOI/AAAAAAAAABk/DPrTfh5ZjUY/s1600-h/arturiano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229018508479510754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE0oQHdOOI/AAAAAAAAABk/DPrTfh5ZjUY/s400/arturiano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJEmeTfg9oI/AAAAAAAAABE/BGU0hLwawwg/s1600-h/arturiano.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A evolução dos contos de fadas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Diferente do que se poderia pensar, os contos de fadas não forma escritos para crianças, muito menos para transmitir ensinamentos morais, ao contrário das fábulas de Esopo. Em sua forma original, os textos traziam doses fortes de adultério, incesto, canibalismo e mortes e hediondas. Segundo registra Cashdan (2000, p. 20):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Originalmente concebidos como entretenimento para adultos, os contos de fadas eram contados em reuniões sociais, nas salas de fiar, nos campos e em outros ambiente onde os adultos se reuniam - não nas creches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais adiante, Cashdan  exemplifica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É por isso que muitos dos primeiros contos de fada incluíam exibicionismo, estupro e voyeurismo. Em uma das versões de Chapeuzinho vermelho, a heroína faz um strip-tease para o lobo, antes de pular na cama com ele. Numa das primeiras interpretações de A Bela Adormecida, o príncipe abusa da princesa em seu sono e depois parte, deixando-a grávida. E no conto A Princesa que não conseguia rir, a heroína é condenada a uma vida de solidão porque inadvertidamente, viu as partes do corpo de uma bruxa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda conforme Cashdan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...alguns folcloristas acreditam que os contos de fada transmitem 'lições' sobre comportamento correto e, assim, ensinam aos jovens como ter sucesso na vida, por meio dos conselhos. (...) A crença de que os contos de fadas contém lições pode ser , em parte, creditada a Perrault, cujas histórias vem acompanhadas de divertidas 'morais', muitas das quais inclusive rimadas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele conclui: "os contos de fada possuem muitos atrativos, mas permitir lições não é um deles." .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Continua....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-6737211039960039292?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/6737211039960039292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=6737211039960039292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/6737211039960039292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/6737211039960039292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/fair-tales_31.html' title='Fair Tales'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE0oQHdOOI/AAAAAAAAABk/DPrTfh5ZjUY/s72-c/arturiano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-584274059308451095</id><published>2008-07-31T00:16:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:52:20.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE0AWPqoxI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z_vq7_ZOllA/s1600-h/sonho+de+rhonabry.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229017822929789714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE0AWPqoxI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z_vq7_ZOllA/s400/sonho+de+rhonabry.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O significado oculto dos contos de fada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao longo dos últimos 100 anos, os contos de fadas e seu significado oculto têm sido objeto da análise dos seguidores de diversas correntes da Psicologia. Cashdan, por exemplo, sugere que os contos seriam "psicodramas da infância" espelhando "lutas reais". Na visão de Cashdan, embora o atrativo inicial de um conto de fada possa estar em sua capacidade de encantar e entreter, seu valor duradouro reside no poder de ajudar as crianças a lidar com os conflitos internos que elas enfrentam no processo de crescimento."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cashdan prossegue em sua análise sobre a vinculação entre os contos de fada e os conflitos internos infantis: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Cada um dos principais contos de fada é único, no sentido em que trata de uma predisposição falha ou doentia de Eu. Logo que passamos do "era uma vez", descobrimos que os contos de fada falem de vaidade, gula, inveja, luxúria, hipocrisia, avareza ou preguiça - os sete pecados capitais da infância. Embora um determinado conto de fada possa tratar de mais de um "pecado", em geral um deles ocupa o centro da trama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O processo pelo qual os contos de fada resolvem esse conflitos é oferecendo às crianças um palco onde elas podem representar seus conflitos interiores. As crianças, quando ouvem um conto de fada, projetam inconscientemente partes delas mesma em vários personagens da história, usando-os como repositórios psicológicos para elementos contraditórios do EU."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já os jungianos, vêem nas personagens dos contos 'figuras arquetípicas", que, segundo Franz: "...à primeira vista, não tem nada a ver com os seres comuns ou com os caracteres descritos ´pela psicologia".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Continua...&lt;/span&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/7552964605709124730-584274059308451095?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/584274059308451095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=584274059308451095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/584274059308451095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/584274059308451095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/fair-tales.html' title='Fair Tales'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJE0AWPqoxI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z_vq7_ZOllA/s72-c/sonho+de+rhonabry.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-5389897002768689970</id><published>2008-07-31T00:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:45:21.378-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairn Tales -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJEtpnWB2YI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ev0LAXiODN4/s1600-h/La_Dame_du_Lac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229010835313121666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJEtpnWB2YI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ev0LAXiODN4/s400/La_Dame_du_Lac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contos de Fadas para crianças:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As versões infantis de contos de fadas hoje consideradas clássicas devidamente &lt;strong&gt;expurgadas e suavizadas&lt;/strong&gt;, teriam nascido quase por acaso na França do séc. XVII, na corte de Luís XIV, pelas mãos de Charles Perrault. Para Sheldon Cashdan, em referência aos países de língua inglesa, a transformação dos contos de fadas em literatura infantil (ou sua popularização) só teria mesmo ocorrido no séc. XIX, em função da atividade de vendedores ambulantes (mascates) que viajavam de um povoado para outro vendendo artigos domésticos, particulares e pequenos volumes baratos chamados de &lt;em&gt;Chapbooks&lt;/em&gt;. Estes &lt;em&gt;chapbooks &lt;/em&gt;(ou &lt;em&gt;cheap books&lt;/em&gt;, 'livros baratos", em inglês), eram vendidos por poucos centavos e continham histórias simplificadas do folclore e contos de fada expurgados das passagens mais fortes, o que lhes facultava o acesso a um público mais amplo e menos sofisticado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não se esqueçam de visitar as matérias do dia anterior no blog. É só ir em arquivo do blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-5389897002768689970?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/5389897002768689970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=5389897002768689970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5389897002768689970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/5389897002768689970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/fairn-tales_31.html' title='Fairn Tales -'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJEtpnWB2YI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ev0LAXiODN4/s72-c/La_Dame_du_Lac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-3416681634440146714</id><published>2008-07-30T19:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:09:09.143-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJDnS7kQETI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jsz4YAb5pT8/s1600-h/imaginario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228933479790547250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJDnS7kQETI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jsz4YAb5pT8/s400/imaginario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiquem de olho!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta surgindo um novo e inovador grupo de Design seu nome é "&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Imaginário Sublime&lt;/span&gt;". É composto por três meninas que cursaram ou estão cursando a faculdade SENAI CETIQT, no curso &lt;em&gt;'Bacharelado em Design - Habilitação Moda'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Como elas mesmas fazem questão de dizer, elas são designers de moda e não estilistas, portanto têm o dever de inovar, alinda à moda as necessidades do seu EU interior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os óculos irreverentes, gigantes, de plástico e sem lentes que podem ser comprados no Saara ou camelos, são sua marca.&lt;br /&gt;O grupo pode ser encontrado em seu perfil no orkut, que possuiu maiores informações sobre seu conceito, e também em sua própria comunidade.&lt;br /&gt;Em breve estarão com site na internet, com produtos e capanhas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-3416681634440146714?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/3416681634440146714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=3416681634440146714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/3416681634440146714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/3416681634440146714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/galera-fiquem-de-olho-esta-surgindo-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJDnS7kQETI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Jsz4YAb5pT8/s72-c/imaginario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-25485706662813363</id><published>2008-07-30T17:31:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T03:22:41.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela é demais!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJEJp9FeMsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pqBeVZ9U4Yw/s1600-h/hello+kit+laranja+mecanica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228971258730656450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJEJp9FeMsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pqBeVZ9U4Yw/s400/hello+kit+laranja+mecanica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJDPt5k6nlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jdrwXd-FyD4/s1600-h/hello_kit_laranja_mecanica.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela não é demais??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tenho certeza que qualquer adulto compraria este exemplar da Hellow Kitty em homenagem ao filme Laranja Mecânica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas, não vá correndo para a primeira loja de brinquedos&lt;/span&gt; da sua cidade. Esta ainda não existe é só uma imagem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Eu sei, eu sei, você queria uma dessas, né? Eu também!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pois então aí vai um pouquinho da sua história&lt;/span&gt; para quem gosta dessa fofurinha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Esta surgiu em 1974 no Japão, e recebeu esse nome, em inglês, por causa da forte influência britânica sobre os jovens japoneses daquela época.O nome Kitty veio de um dos gatos que Alice criava no livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Through the Looking Glass" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Through_the_Looking_Glass"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Through the Looking Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lewis Carroll" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lewis_Carroll"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;. Já o nome do seu namorado (1999) "Dear Daniel" foi tirado do filme &lt;em&gt;Melody &lt;/em&gt;(1971).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Kitty tem também uma irmã gêmea, Mimmy, cuja única diferença é o seu lancinho que é na orelha direita (oposta) . E em 2004 esta ganhou uma linda gatinha chamada Charmmy Kitty, que foi dada pelo seu pai George White, e um râmister, o Sugar, dado pelo seu namorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fonte:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pt.wikipedia.org/"&gt;http://www.pt.wikipedia.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-25485706662813363?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/25485706662813363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=25485706662813363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/25485706662813363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/25485706662813363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/ela-demais.html' title='Ela é demais!!!'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJEJp9FeMsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pqBeVZ9U4Yw/s72-c/hello+kit+laranja+mecanica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552964605709124730.post-7229703028709634293</id><published>2008-07-30T17:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:31:10.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJDPG_HdOWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zOpI52acPxc/s1600-h/quadrinhos.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906886306019682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJDPG_HdOWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zOpI52acPxc/s400/quadrinhos.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocês sabem como surgiu as histórias em quadrinhos????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Segundo o professor do curso de Comunicação Social do IMES (Centro Universitário Municipal de São Caetano) Roberto Elísio, especialista em quadrinhos, a história das HQ's está ligada ao surgimento e desenvolvimento da imprensa. "No século 18, na Inglaterra, os jornais ainda não imprimiam fotografias. Então, para ilustrar suas páginas, traziam alguns desenhos. Como isso fazia um grande sucesso entre os leitores, começaram a publicar desenhos em seqüência para contar histórias", explica. Nessa época, obviamente, o material ainda não era conhecido como história em quadrinhos. Porém, como o passar do tempo, os desenhistas foram se aprimorando. Nasceu então o trabalho de criar narrativas seqüenciais.Foi no século 19 que o escritor Rudolph Topfer percebeu o futuro da literatura na interação entre imagem e texto. Começou a produzir então desenhos com texto embaixo que contavam uma história. "Isso era vendido em folhas soltas e ficou conhecido como histórias em estampa", explica Elísio. De acordo com ele, às vezes, quando juntava um determinado número de histórias, as folhas eram encartadas num livro. No entanto, foram os jornais dos Estados Unidos que fizeram as histórias em quadrinhos se transformar numa expressão artística popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto tirado da matéria 'A história das Histórias em Quadrinhos"; fon&lt;/em&gt;te  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imesexplica.com.br/0608HQ_abre.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.imesexplica.com.br/0608HQ_abre.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552964605709124730-7229703028709634293?l=coisasdajola.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/feeds/7229703028709634293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552964605709124730&amp;postID=7229703028709634293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/7229703028709634293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552964605709124730/posts/default/7229703028709634293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasdajola.blogspot.com/2008/07/eles.html' title='Eles...'/><author><name>Jola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06545532145713212734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJj4ne0DXRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYTLs9xOAH8/S220/08030307_blog_uncovering_org_bonecas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leleo-PUKYk/SJDPG_HdOWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zOpI52acPxc/s72-c/quadrinhos.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
