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Kurare: Poema/Poesia'/><category term='Pais'/><category term='Música  MPB'/><category term='Lançamento de livro'/><title type='text'>Kurare</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>942</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-6075519883762369054</id><published>2012-02-11T00:01:00.087-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T00:01:00.509-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letra de música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Data Comemorativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Data Especial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare Texto'/><title type='text'>Aniversário do Blog do Kurare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtTfK382J5w/TzWsI6vHTfI/AAAAAAAAF18/kYiH3mXjo7M/s1600/www.carloskurare.blogspot.com+-++by+carlos+kurare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtTfK382J5w/TzWsI6vHTfI/AAAAAAAAF18/kYiH3mXjo7M/s400/www.carloskurare.blogspot.com+-++by+carlos+kurare.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Clique na foto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hoje é aniversário do Blog! Ele faz dois anos! Não mais engatinha, já anda firme sobre as duas perninhas, mas ainda é uma criança. Vê-se alegria nos seus olhos e vê-se folia no seu corpo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ainda usa fraldas, mas em breve deixará de usá-las.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pede atenção, mas em troca...dá emoções!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Querido Blog. Você nasceu, meio que sem planejamento, meio que a pedido do momento, meio que quando eu, com tanto amor para dar, como uma represa pronta pra estourar, e desiludido de encontrar alguém que pudesse me doar... fiz você e a você dediquei muito do meu tempo e sacrifiquei conforto só para melhor lhe lapidar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Agora vou colocá-lo na cama como faço todas às noites, querido. Contar uma de minhas muitas historinhas e vê-lo dormir. Não sem antes como sempre me emocionar com você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiZ3U_OJ7kI/TzWtW-3ZhCI/AAAAAAAAF2E/X5AA3IxYjAY/s1600/1218914379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiZ3U_OJ7kI/TzWtW-3ZhCI/AAAAAAAAF2E/X5AA3IxYjAY/s320/1218914379.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dorme bem meu bebê... eu que pai fui, ainda pai sei ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pai... nunca é passado. Pai de verdade... é pai presente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O meu presente... é presente ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Vale do Ribeira - 10/2/2012 21:03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nana Caymmi e Dorival Caymmi - Acalanto (Original)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LqpdHiZL0Iw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acalanto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dorival Caymmi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão tarde&lt;br /&gt;A manhã já vem,&lt;br /&gt;Todos dormem&lt;br /&gt;A noite também,&lt;br /&gt;Só eu velo&lt;br /&gt;Por você, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Dorme anjo&lt;br /&gt;O boi pega Neném;&lt;br /&gt;Lá no céu&lt;br /&gt;Deixam de cantar,&lt;br /&gt;Os anjinhos&lt;br /&gt;Foram se deitar,&lt;br /&gt;Mamãezinha&lt;br /&gt;Precisa descansar&lt;br /&gt;Dorme, anjo&lt;br /&gt;Papai vai lhe ninar:&lt;br /&gt;"Boi, boi, boi,&lt;br /&gt;Boi da cara preta&lt;br /&gt;Pega essa menina&lt;br /&gt;Que tem medo de careta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acalanto Edu Lobo e Paulo Cesar Pinheiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yv8MeCMVPJw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acalanto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edu Lobo e Paulo Cesar Pinheiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorme que eu vou te embalar&lt;br /&gt;No meu colo quente&lt;br /&gt;Como a lua embala o mar&lt;br /&gt;E a maré embala a gente&lt;br /&gt;Dorme que eu vou te velar&lt;br /&gt;Pela noite quieta&lt;br /&gt;Como a chama do luar&lt;br /&gt;Vela o sono dos poetas&lt;br /&gt;Dorme que eu vou te ninar&lt;br /&gt;No teu canto de criança&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre ouvi meu pai cantar&lt;br /&gt;Um acalanto de esperança&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-6075519883762369054?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/6075519883762369054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/aniversario-do-blog-do-kurare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6075519883762369054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6075519883762369054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/aniversario-do-blog-do-kurare.html' title='Aniversário do Blog do Kurare'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WtTfK382J5w/TzWsI6vHTfI/AAAAAAAAF18/kYiH3mXjo7M/s72-c/www.carloskurare.blogspot.com+-++by+carlos+kurare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-2441741869388757937</id><published>2012-02-10T00:01:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:01:00.731-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>Fernando "em" Pessoa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-En5wU5vdvgU/TuX8ldP2amI/AAAAAAAAFj4/5C78iao3D3A/s1600/querbra+cabe%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-En5wU5vdvgU/TuX8ldP2amI/AAAAAAAAFj4/5C78iao3D3A/s400/querbra+cabe%25C3%25A7a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Sexto sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto me um terço da metade que me vê,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;quando no quarto... não te faço inteira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Quinto dos infernos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Sampa - 12/12/2011 10:50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por favor, ao usar minhas frases cite a fonte. Obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kS3UZSzka0/TwsJfWaQIqI/AAAAAAAAFwE/8kGoSO-BgWU/s1600/fernando+pessoa+desenho.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kS3UZSzka0/TwsJfWaQIqI/AAAAAAAAFwE/8kGoSO-BgWU/s320/fernando+pessoa+desenho.jpeg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não: não digas nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;por Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não: não digas nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Supor o que dirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A tua boca velada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É ouvi-lo já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É ouvi-lo melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do que o dirias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que és não vem à flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Das frases e dos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;És melhor do que tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não digas nada: sê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Graça do corpo nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que invisível se vê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secos &amp;amp; Molhados - Não, não digas nada - Poema de Fernando Pessoa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KEWYBUfTbq0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seruniversitario.com.br/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank" title="Simulados online, guia de faculdades/universidades autorizadas no MEC, apostilas de vestibular, cursos de graduação, professores &amp;amp; educadores, estude no exterior, guia profissões &amp;amp; empregos"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.seruniversitario.com.br/images/logoSerUniversitarioAds.jpg" title="Simulados online, guia de faculdades/universidades autorizadas no MEC, apostilas de vestibular, cursos de graduação, professores &amp;amp; educadores, estude no exterior, guia profissões &amp;amp; empregos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-2441741869388757937?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/2441741869388757937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/fernando-em-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2441741869388757937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2441741869388757937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/fernando-em-pessoa.html' title='Fernando &quot;em&quot; Pessoa...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-En5wU5vdvgU/TuX8ldP2amI/AAAAAAAAFj4/5C78iao3D3A/s72-c/querbra+cabe%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-3058611482532107735</id><published>2012-02-09T00:01:00.044-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T03:24:36.722-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico Buarque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caetano Veloso'/><title type='text'>Tiras-me o ar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IoigutTmq8/TzMfo7_O1vI/AAAAAAAAF1k/HPRipn6Egps/s1600/802ac2-1266271863_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IoigutTmq8/TzMfo7_O1vI/AAAAAAAAF1k/HPRipn6Egps/s400/802ac2-1266271863_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;À noite, na atmosfera cálida da alcova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Eu&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;como bactéria anaeróbica, multiplico-me em sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;enquanto você me tira o fôlego!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos Kurare&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vale do Ribeira - SP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8/2/2012 11:46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chico Buarque e Caetano Veloso - "&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/caetano-veloso/44792/"&gt;Você não entende nada&lt;/a&gt;" e&amp;nbsp; "Cotidiano" (1986) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lSOAXDkFgxM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-3058611482532107735?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/3058611482532107735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/tiras-me-o-ar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3058611482532107735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3058611482532107735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/tiras-me-o-ar.html' title='Tiras-me o ar...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IoigutTmq8/TzMfo7_O1vI/AAAAAAAAF1k/HPRipn6Egps/s72-c/802ac2-1266271863_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-2865310928727805180</id><published>2012-02-09T00:00:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T00:00:00.551-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animação/Desenho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felizidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feliz aniversário'/><title type='text'>Felizidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EtmypZuqkaY/TzLCySVjS8I/AAAAAAAAF1U/QusQ0WI_wvk/s1600/f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EtmypZuqkaY/TzLCySVjS8I/AAAAAAAAF1U/QusQ0WI_wvk/s1600/f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na vida aprendi assoviar e chupar cana.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo isso simultaneamente!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agora aprendi a assoviar, chupar cana &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e alegrar a uma querida leitora Bacana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ao dizer-lhe simplesmente:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Felizidade &lt;/span&gt;Silvana Bacana!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b05vC5SLKUU/TzLEcQIRC4I/AAAAAAAAF1c/rbfRage9sBc/s1600/feliz_aniversario_11.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b05vC5SLKUU/TzLEcQIRC4I/AAAAAAAAF1c/rbfRage9sBc/s1600/feliz_aniversario_11.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cadê a &lt;b&gt;velhinha &lt;/b&gt;para eu apagar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe Silvana... sabe né? Perco a amiga, mas não perco a piada! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday - Feliz Aniversário!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dePMU8R131s" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gosto muito deste vídeo é bonitinho!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-2865310928727805180?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/2865310928727805180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/felizidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2865310928727805180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2865310928727805180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/felizidade.html' title='Felizidade!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EtmypZuqkaY/TzLCySVjS8I/AAAAAAAAF1U/QusQ0WI_wvk/s72-c/f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-3753928831269138296</id><published>2012-02-08T00:01:00.109-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:01:00.315-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alpinismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Jovem Guarda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monte Roraima'/><title type='text'>Para o alto e avante!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb0Ophk8sDs/TzGCc89oL_I/AAAAAAAAF1M/NdzaY-w6Q2E/s1600/Monte+Roraima+a+maior+montanha+plana+do+mundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb0Ophk8sDs/TzGCc89oL_I/AAAAAAAAF1M/NdzaY-w6Q2E/s1600/Monte+Roraima+a+maior+montanha+plana+do+mundo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Monte Roraima: a maior montanha plana do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quanto mais alto se escala uma montanha... mais só se fica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;São Paulo - 7/2/2012 17:07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monte Roraima adoraria tomar um chá em você!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para saber mais sobre Monte Roraima - Brasil: &lt;a href="http://obviousmag.org/archives/2011/01/monte_roraima_a_maior_montanha_plana_do_mundo.html" target="_blank"&gt;clique aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roraima desde Guyana y Brasil - Vista aérea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rA1_9Fjtt2Y" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roberto Carlos - A Montanha &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rybX96pg2yY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao Jow, meu obrigado pela orientação gramatical da frase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seruniversitario.com.br/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank" title="Simulados online, guia de faculdades/universidades autorizadas no MEC, apostilas de vestibular, cursos de graduação, professores &amp;amp; educadores, estude no exterior, guia profissões &amp;amp; empregos"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.seruniversitario.com.br/images/logoSerUniversitarioAds.jpg" title="Simulados online, guia de faculdades/universidades autorizadas no MEC, apostilas de vestibular, cursos de graduação, professores &amp;amp; educadores, estude no exterior, guia profissões &amp;amp; empregos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-3753928831269138296?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/3753928831269138296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/para-o-alto-e-avante.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3753928831269138296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3753928831269138296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/para-o-alto-e-avante.html' title='Para o alto e avante!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qb0Ophk8sDs/TzGCc89oL_I/AAAAAAAAF1M/NdzaY-w6Q2E/s72-c/Monte+Roraima+a+maior+montanha+plana+do+mundo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-6241110613870309478</id><published>2012-02-06T00:01:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T00:01:00.739-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor Vídeo'/><title type='text'>Eu posso dizer de boca cheia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQ0NTwfhRjY/TwZk49LlLEI/AAAAAAAAFvU/gBuSryTXCtM/s1600/293616_230405687021229_224705520924579_608987_692667999_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQ0NTwfhRjY/TwZk49LlLEI/AAAAAAAAFvU/gBuSryTXCtM/s400/293616_230405687021229_224705520924579_608987_692667999_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não sou um profissional incompetente, estou longe disso...&amp;nbsp; sou apenas um escritor amador!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nunca pensei em ficar feliz ao ver profissionais tão incompetentes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e olha que já vi muitos ao longo da vida!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Veja o vídeo abaixo, é hilário.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Топ-7 тупоголовых грабителей &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H-issiquYdw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-6241110613870309478?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/6241110613870309478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-posso-dizer-de-boca-cheia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6241110613870309478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6241110613870309478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-posso-dizer-de-boca-cheia.html' title='Eu posso dizer de boca cheia...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQ0NTwfhRjY/TwZk49LlLEI/AAAAAAAAFvU/gBuSryTXCtM/s72-c/293616_230405687021229_224705520924579_608987_692667999_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-1252655134541513996</id><published>2012-02-04T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T00:01:00.479-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animação/Desenho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'>Amar se aprende amando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rUf8AFQPs4/TuG1BGLsqlI/AAAAAAAAFiI/sfihGgI3ET0/s1600/amor+infantil_917322_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rUf8AFQPs4/TuG1BGLsqlI/AAAAAAAAFiI/sfihGgI3ET0/s400/amor+infantil_917322_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar é um conjunto de ações que quando bem assentadas entre duas pessoas, ladrilham o caminho de suas vidas para a felicidade. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;São Paulo - 24/12/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: small;"&gt;Puxa! Quando a Maysa gravou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Eu sei que vou te amar (1959)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;, fez-se a luz e... nasci!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tempus fugit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;?:0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maysa - Eu sei que vou te amar (1959) - Música de Tom Jobim e Vinícius de Moraes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ADarj9ktDNE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Às vezes eu me preocupo com o fato de haver pessoas que não sabem ler o Amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Há pessoas que não são dotadas de dicionário interno e confundem paixão, projeção, desejo etc. e tal, com... &lt;b&gt;amor&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Elas confundem os vocábulos e conseqüentemente confundem também os sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A definição de amor, que vi no vídeo do Charlie Brown, é tão singela e tão amorosa que simplesmente... a amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlie Brown - O Que É Amor? - Animação - Desenho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EYTdAhU3dmo" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Vi o vídeo no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formigadiabetica.com/"&gt; formiga diabetica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-1252655134541513996?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/1252655134541513996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/amar-se-aprende-amando.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1252655134541513996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1252655134541513996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/amar-se-aprende-amando.html' title='Amar se aprende amando...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rUf8AFQPs4/TuG1BGLsqlI/AAAAAAAAFiI/sfihGgI3ET0/s72-c/amor+infantil_917322_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-1228456399588059664</id><published>2012-02-02T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T00:01:00.509-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Samba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo Motivacional'/><title type='text'>Coisas que me desagradam nas mulheres:</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax1HU_p-9E8/Tuh9zvNCb3I/AAAAAAAAFkQ/4TF8UnGsz94/s1600/o+que+me+desagrada+nas+mulheres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax1HU_p-9E8/Tuh9zvNCb3I/AAAAAAAAFkQ/4TF8UnGsz94/s400/o+que+me+desagrada+nas+mulheres.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coisas que me agradam nas mulheres:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKarMasHD7Y/TuiT4eObq_I/AAAAAAAAFlQ/kA_lJs4sA0E/s1600/vale-tudo-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hKarMasHD7Y/TuiT4eObq_I/AAAAAAAAFlQ/kA_lJs4sA0E/s400/vale-tudo-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pois, na vida, pra tudo tem jeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05GI37Xzxrk/TuigPR8KSRI/AAAAAAAAFlY/rxIUqGq63Uo/s1600/pra-tudo-tem-jeito_jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="335" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-05GI37Xzxrk/TuigPR8KSRI/AAAAAAAAFlY/rxIUqGq63Uo/s400/pra-tudo-tem-jeito_jpg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mulher brasileira, Benito Di Paula.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fkEU7TQ_-FE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/5725562857165532885-1228456399588059664?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/1228456399588059664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/coisas-que-me-desagradam-nas-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1228456399588059664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1228456399588059664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/coisas-que-me-desagradam-nas-mulheres.html' title='Coisas que me desagradam nas mulheres:'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax1HU_p-9E8/Tuh9zvNCb3I/AAAAAAAAFkQ/4TF8UnGsz94/s72-c/o+que+me+desagrada+nas+mulheres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-4104955214597999974</id><published>2012-02-01T00:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T01:43:10.197-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Cão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor Texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Cartum'/><title type='text'>Mundo Cão nº 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmatTb-Dxvg/Tyi0lk8a94I/AAAAAAAAF1E/p4mjv6CAShM/s1600/4+Mundo+C%C3%A3o+n+4+-+carloskurare.blogspot.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmatTb-Dxvg/Tyi0lk8a94I/AAAAAAAAF1E/p4mjv6CAShM/s320/4+Mundo+C%C3%A3o+n+4+-+carloskurare.blogspot.com.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Texto e imagens da Internet só fiz a montagem foto + texto.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mundo Cão nº 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Querido to grávida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Eu sou estéril!&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/5725562857165532885-4104955214597999974?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/4104955214597999974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/mundo-cao-n-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4104955214597999974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4104955214597999974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/02/mundo-cao-n-4.html' title='Mundo Cão nº 4'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmatTb-Dxvg/Tyi0lk8a94I/AAAAAAAAF1E/p4mjv6CAShM/s72-c/4+Mundo+C%C3%A3o+n+4+-+carloskurare.blogspot.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-4391056214835954024</id><published>2012-01-31T00:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:36:56.729-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo Motivacional'/><title type='text'>É preciso muita coragem para admitir o medo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; é que na coragem há um propósito maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vale do Ribeira - 1/1/2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE ARE AWESOME - Pessoas são impressionantes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vo0Cazxj_yc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-4391056214835954024?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/4391056214835954024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-preciso-muita-coragem-para-admitir-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4391056214835954024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4391056214835954024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-preciso-muita-coragem-para-admitir-o.html' title='É preciso muita coragem para admitir o medo!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9pyZ-WZ37po/TwCgbm9qffI/AAAAAAAAFuc/NRnGeTD-slU/s72-c/Voce+%25C3%25A9+grande+mas+n%25C3%25A3o+%25C3%25A9+dois.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-6153520176560558643</id><published>2012-01-30T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:01:00.361-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Internacional'/><title type='text'>Uma sutil diferença...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bN88cECJKOo/Tv7pA63KvlI/AAAAAAAAFtY/2QEk3H2D9Co/s1600/magico-de-oz01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bN88cECJKOo/Tv7pA63KvlI/AAAAAAAAFtY/2QEk3H2D9Co/s400/magico-de-oz01.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Qual a diferença entre colegas e amigos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;Os colegas lhe indicam o caminho para OZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;Amigos acompanham-lhe por todo o caminho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IoA0cFVllVw/Tv7qOLjOX2I/AAAAAAAAFt4/TjhizNWwqG0/s1600/MAGICO+DE+OZ.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IoA0cFVllVw/Tv7qOLjOX2I/AAAAAAAAFt4/TjhizNWwqG0/s400/MAGICO+DE+OZ.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Cuidado com os falsos amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Judy Garland - Over The Rainbow - Filme O Mágico de Oz - The Wizard of OZ  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1HRa4X07jdE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-6153520176560558643?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/6153520176560558643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/uma-sutil-diferenca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6153520176560558643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6153520176560558643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/uma-sutil-diferenca.html' title='Uma sutil diferença...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bN88cECJKOo/Tv7pA63KvlI/AAAAAAAAFtY/2QEk3H2D9Co/s72-c/magico-de-oz01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-7460655789420637143</id><published>2012-01-29T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:01:00.053-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ecologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>"Esse papo seu já tá qualquer coisa..." Caetano Veloso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Juv8SbsbGE8/TvcnCJ8yerI/AAAAAAAAFqY/jknvCoYttO0/s1600/A+Hist%25C3%25B3ria+das+Coisas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Juv8SbsbGE8/TvcnCJ8yerI/AAAAAAAAFqY/jknvCoYttO0/s400/A+Hist%25C3%25B3ria+das+Coisas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É preciso fazer alguma coisa,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;antes que as coisas façam alguma coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Da extração e produção até a venda, consumo e descarte, todos os produtos em nossa vida afetam comunidades em diversos países, a maior parte delas longe de nossos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;História das Coisas&lt;/b&gt; é um documentário de 20 minutos, direto, passo a passo, baseado nos subterrâneos de nossos padrões de consumo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;História das Coisas revela as conexões entre diversos problemas ambientais e sociais, e é um alerta pela urgência em criarmos um mundo mais sustentável e justo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;História das Coisas nos ensina muita coisa, nos faz rir, e pode mudar para sempre a forma como vemos os produtos que consumimos em nossas vidas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A história das coisas - Written by - Annie Leonard -Director - Louis Fox&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lgmTfPzLl4E" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caetano Veloso - "Qualquer Coisa" with Los Super Seven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OEsO5uNDij8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-7460655789420637143?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/7460655789420637143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/esse-papo-seu-ja-ta-qualquer-coisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7460655789420637143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7460655789420637143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/esse-papo-seu-ja-ta-qualquer-coisa.html' title='&quot;Esse papo seu já tá qualquer coisa...&quot; Caetano Veloso'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Juv8SbsbGE8/TvcnCJ8yerI/AAAAAAAAFqY/jknvCoYttO0/s72-c/A+Hist%25C3%25B3ria+das+Coisas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-6263618713773778240</id><published>2012-01-28T00:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T08:33:18.395-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animação/Desenho'/><title type='text'>Diferente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIq1nG9GuB8/Tx0n_uBonXI/AAAAAAAAF0k/lY9opCzpXyQ/s1600/espantalho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIq1nG9GuB8/Tx0n_uBonXI/AAAAAAAAF0k/lY9opCzpXyQ/s320/espantalho.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;Essa coisa do ente ser indiferente é uma coisa doente!&lt;br /&gt;Ser indiferente ao diferente pode ser equivalente a ser indecente!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal somos todos gente com uma mesma mente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;São Paulo, 23 de janeiro de 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La leyenda del espantapájaros - ScareCrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-wCvJbGPpJg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;Dica de vídeo do Jow - SP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seruniversitario.com.br/" target="_blank" title="Simulados online, guia de faculdades/universidades autorizadas no MEC, apostilas de vestibular, cursos de graduação, professores &amp;amp; educadores, estude no exterior, guia profissões &amp;amp; empregos"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.seruniversitario.com.br/images/logoSerUniversitarioAds.jpg" title="Simulados online, guia de faculdades/universidades autorizadas no MEC, apostilas de vestibular, cursos de graduação, professores &amp;amp; educadores, estude no exterior, guia profissões &amp;amp; empregos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-6263618713773778240?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/6263618713773778240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/diferente.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6263618713773778240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6263618713773778240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/diferente.html' title='Diferente...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIq1nG9GuB8/Tx0n_uBonXI/AAAAAAAAF0k/lY9opCzpXyQ/s72-c/espantalho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-7434671664239376531</id><published>2012-01-28T00:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:00:00.421-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frase de humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Publicidade'/><title type='text'>Ser ou não ser... Universitário!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzNMp8Hsiec/TyKbm7ZMjKI/AAAAAAAAF08/pihMYuuU8t0/s1600/inclusao-digital-5156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzNMp8Hsiec/TyKbm7ZMjKI/AAAAAAAAF08/pihMYuuU8t0/s400/inclusao-digital-5156.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Kurare num dia bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;Quanto um homem pode transigir...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;quando a fome lhe oblitera o pensamento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está na fase de vestibular? Tem filhos, sobrinhos ou amigos que estão? Meus filhos saíram dessa fase, mas lembro-me que é um tempo em que todo acesso ao tema é fundamental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;No Seruniverstitário, há muita informação sobre o mundo do vestibular e o que orbita à sua volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Faça-me uma gentileza, entre no Ser universitário e me diga, por favor, o que acha do site. Não, não vou ganhar nada com isso, mas eles foram gentis comigo e gentileza paga-se com gentileza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Ah! Se você conhece alguém, ou alguma empresa que queira patrocinar o meu Blog, por favor, entre em contato comigo no email carloskurare@gmail.com .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Não criei o blog pelo vil metal, tanto que resisto bravamente há dois anos a essa tentação. Mas um anúncio de qualidade e bom gosto é bem vindo! Posso inclusive escrever uma frase legal para o produto do anunciante!  !:0)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Lembre-se o Blog não tem dois anos de existência e já tem mais de meio milhão de visitas e deve atingir a marca de um milhão antes do final deste ano. O blog é frequentado por pessoas diferenciadas que transbordam cultura, ética, inteligência, bom gosto e bom humor. Exceto é claro, pelos meus amigos, esses passam aqui só porque têm pena de mim! :0P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Por favor... arranje-me um anunciante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Seria tão bom voltar a fazer duas refeições ao dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Seria sim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Um abraço do (famélico) Kurare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seruniversitario.com.br/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank" title="Simulados online, guia de faculdades/universidades autorizadas no MEC, apostilas de vestibular, cursos de graduação, professores &amp;amp; educadores, estude no exterior, guia profissões &amp;amp; empregos"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.seruniversitario.com.br/images/logoSerUniversitarioAds.jpg" title="Simulados online, guia de faculdades/universidades autorizadas no MEC, apostilas de vestibular, cursos de graduação, professores &amp;amp; educadores, estude no exterior, guia profissões &amp;amp; empregos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-7434671664239376531?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/7434671664239376531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/ser-ou-nao-ser-universitario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7434671664239376531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7434671664239376531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/ser-ou-nao-ser-universitario.html' title='Ser ou não ser... Universitário!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tzNMp8Hsiec/TyKbm7ZMjKI/AAAAAAAAF08/pihMYuuU8t0/s72-c/inclusao-digital-5156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-4786227374289605531</id><published>2012-01-27T01:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T01:08:52.295-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frase de humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'>Um relacionamento morno... dá um frioooooo!  Carlos Kurare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iZsdkU3swFk/TvevnhRKk6I/AAAAAAAAFq8/vutmfoFVAJc/s1600/amor+cibernetico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iZsdkU3swFk/TvevnhRKk6I/AAAAAAAAFq8/vutmfoFVAJc/s320/amor+cibernetico.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um relacionamento morno... dá um frioooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;18/10/2011 05:29 - Sampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor nem sempre anda de mãos dadas com o sexo. Um sexo bom, pode ou não gerar amor ao longo do tempo, mas amor, nem "a pau"melhora sexo ruim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;Paixão e sexo bom: andam de mãos dadas. Amor e sexo &lt;b&gt;"bom"&lt;/b&gt;... nem sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;(texto feito nas coxas!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor tem mais do que um ponto em comum com a convicção religiosa: exige uma aceitação incondicional e uma entrega total. Assim como o fiel que se entrega a seu Deus participa da manifestação da graça divina, também o amor só revela seus mais altos segredos e maravilhas àquele que é capaz de entrega total e de fidelidade ao sentimento. Pelo fato de isto ser muito difícil, poucos mortais podem orgulhar-se de tê-lo conseguido. Mas, por ser o amor devotado e fiel o mais belo, nunca se deveria procurar o que pode torná-lo fácil. Alguém que se apavora e recua diante da dificuldade do amor é péssimo cavaleiro de sua amada. O amor é como Deus: ambos só se revelam aos seus mais bravos cavaleiros.&lt;br /&gt;Da mesma forma critico o casamento experimental. O simples fato de assumir um casamento experimental significa que existe de antemão uma reserva: a pessoa quer certificar-se, não quer queimar a mão, não quer arriscar nada. Mas com isto se impede a realização de uma verdadeira experiência. Não é possível sentir os terrores do gelo polar na simples leitura de um livro, nem se escala o Himalaia assistindo a um filme.&lt;br /&gt;O amor custa caro e nunca deveríamos tentar torná-lo barato. Nossas más qualidades, nosso egoísmo, nossa covardia, nossa esperteza mundana, nossa ambição, tudo isso quer persuadir-nos a não levar a sério o amor. Mas o amor só nos recompensará se o levarmos a sério. Considero um desacerto falarmos nos dias de hoje da problemática sexual sem vinculá-la ao amor. As duas questões nunca deveriam ser separadas, pois se existe algo como problemática sexual esta só pode ser resolvida pelo amor. Qualquer outra solução seria um substituto prejudicial. A sexualidade simplesmente experimentada como sexualidade é animalesca. Mas como expressão do amor é santificada. Por isso não perguntamos o que alguém faz, mas como o faz. Se o faz por amor e no espírito do amor, então serve a um Deus; e o que quer que faça não cabe a nós julgá-lo pois está enobrecido"&lt;br /&gt;CARL GUSTAV JUNG - LIVRO: CIVILIZAÇÃO EM TRANSIÇÃO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilberto Gil - Lugar comum - Música João Donato e Gil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V57iQqqehJI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-4786227374289605531?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/4786227374289605531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-relacionamento-morno-da-um-frioooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4786227374289605531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4786227374289605531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-relacionamento-morno-da-um-frioooooo.html' title='Um relacionamento morno... dá um frioooooo!  Carlos Kurare'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iZsdkU3swFk/TvevnhRKk6I/AAAAAAAAFq8/vutmfoFVAJc/s72-c/amor+cibernetico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-7860828617917012087</id><published>2012-01-26T00:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:01:00.370-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>E ela com seu indigno blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZynemLxgTQ/TtmhK9RWMJI/AAAAAAAAFg4/7nK51RO5XOk/s1600/mulheres+negras+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZynemLxgTQ/TtmhK9RWMJI/AAAAAAAAFg4/7nK51RO5XOk/s320/mulheres+negras+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;E ela com seu indigno blue, castrou meus sonhos de algodão cru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Milho aos pombos - Zé Geraldo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HzasUyYX3-k" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-7860828617917012087?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/7860828617917012087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-ela-com-seu-indigno-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7860828617917012087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7860828617917012087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-ela-com-seu-indigno-blue.html' title='E ela com seu indigno blue'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oZynemLxgTQ/TtmhK9RWMJI/AAAAAAAAFg4/7nK51RO5XOk/s72-c/mulheres+negras+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-1148166546926775724</id><published>2012-01-25T00:01:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T00:01:00.209-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIta Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>"Meu bem você me dá..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTdAZfiEyoU/Tx4u1_N8UDI/AAAAAAAAF0s/2SvBIlOiCQU/s1600/rita-lee1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTdAZfiEyoU/Tx4u1_N8UDI/AAAAAAAAF0s/2SvBIlOiCQU/s400/rita-lee1.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng4GZGgKKE0/Tx4u7IPcZII/AAAAAAAAF00/5rMt7HtmqnM/s1600/rita+lee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng4GZGgKKE0/Tx4u7IPcZII/AAAAAAAAF00/5rMt7HtmqnM/s1600/rita+lee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rita Lee... aposentadoria? Tá bom... me engana que eu gosto!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rita você não se aposentará nunca nos meus players, nem na minha memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um beijo Menina! Se cuida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Puxa! E pensar que ainda tenho uns vinis da Rita...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita Lee - Coisas da Vida (Acústico MTV)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f82b9PNavmA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-1148166546926775724?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/1148166546926775724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/meu-bem-voce-me-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1148166546926775724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1148166546926775724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/meu-bem-voce-me-da.html' title='&quot;Meu bem você me dá...&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTdAZfiEyoU/Tx4u1_N8UDI/AAAAAAAAF0s/2SvBIlOiCQU/s72-c/rita-lee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-682303997524293818</id><published>2012-01-24T00:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:01:00.777-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto de outro autor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Psiuuuuu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DY48aPfrqjs/TsP72AFy36I/AAAAAAAAADU/1f4z0UJ8YQc/s1600/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DY48aPfrqjs/TsP72AFy36I/AAAAAAAAADU/1f4z0UJ8YQc/s400/images.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 155%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu adoraria!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Poder abrir agora, uma lata de silêncio e embriagar-me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;só com meus mais puros pensamentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um pouco de silêncio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lya Luft&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Nesta trepidante cultura nossa, da agitação e do barulho, gostar de sossego é uma excentricidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sob a pressão do ter de parecer, ter de participar, ter de adquirir, ter de qualquer coisa, assumimos uma infinidade de obrigações. Muitas desnecessárias, outras impossíveis, algumas que não combinam conosco nem nos interessam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Não há perdão nem anistia para os que ficam de fora da ciranda: os que não se submetem mas questionam, os que pagam o preço da sua relativa autonomia, os que não se deixam escravizar, pelo menos sem alguma resistência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O normal é ser atualizado, produtivo e bem informado. É indispensável circular, ser bem-relacionado. Quem não corre com a manada, praticamente nem existe. Se não tomar cuidado, põem-no numa jaula: um animal estranho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pressionados pelo relógio, pelos compromissos, pela opinião alheia, disparamos sem rumo – ou por trilhos determinados – como hamsters que se alimentam da sua própria agitação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ficar sossegado é perigoso: pode parecer doença. Recolher-se em casa ou dentro de si mesmo ameaça quem apanha um susto de cada vez que examina a sua alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Estar sozinho é considerado humilhante, sinal de que não «se arranjou» ninguém – como se a amizade ou o amor se «arranjasse» numa loja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Além do desgosto pela solidão, temos horror à quietude. Pensamos logo em depressão: quem sabe terapia e antidepressivos? Uma criança que não brinca ou salta ou participa de atividades frenéticas está com algum problema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O silêncio assusta-nos por retumbar no vazio dentro de nós. Quando nada se move nem faz barulho, notamos as frestas pelas quais nos espiam coisas incomodas e mal-resolvidas, ou se observa outro ângulo de nós mesmos. Damo-nos conta de que não somos apenas figurinhas atarantadas correndo entre a casa, o trabalho e o bar, a praia ou o campo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Existe em nós, geralmente nem percebido e nada valorizado, algo para além desse que paga contas, faz amor, ganha dinheiro, e come, envelhece, e um dia (mas isso é só para os outros!) vai morrer. Quem é esse que afinal sou eu? Quais os seus desejos e medos, os seus projetos e sonhos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No susto que essa idéia provoca, queremos ruído, ruídos. Chegamos a casa e ligamos a televisão antes de largarmos a carteira ou a pasta. Não é para assistirmos a um programa: é pela distração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O silêncio faz pensar, remexe águas paradas, trazendo à tona sabe Deus que desconcerto nosso. Com medo de vermos quem – ou o que – somos, adiamos o confronto com a nossa alma sem máscaras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, se aprendermos a gostar um pouco de sossego, descobrimos – em nós e no outro – regiões nem imaginadas, questões fascinantes e não necessariamente negativas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca esqueci a experiência de quando alguém me pôs a mão no meu ombro de criança e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;— Fica quietinha um momento só, escuta a chuva a chegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E ela chegou: intensa e lenta, tornando tudo singularmente novo. A quietude pode ser como essa chuva: nela nos refazemos para voltarmos mais inteiros ao convívio, às tantas frases, às tarefas, aos amores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Então, por favor, dêem-me isso: um pouco de silêncio bom, para que eu escute o vento nas folhas, a chuva nas lajes, e tudo o que fala muito para além das palavras de todos os textos e da música de todos os sentimentos".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Lya Luft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pensar é transgredir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Lisboa, Presença, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Texto adaptado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silencio-Madredeus &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JCvHFswuWkA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O silêncio - &lt;/b&gt;sabedoria indígena norte-americana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xqkz0_p4Oso" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Menina!!! Como você toca bem!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alguém sabe o nome dessa menina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andre Rieu - Toque de silêncio (IL SILENZIO) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fXS7bMh8vEA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-682303997524293818?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/682303997524293818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/psiuuuuu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/682303997524293818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/682303997524293818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/psiuuuuu.html' title='Psiuuuuu....'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DY48aPfrqjs/TsP72AFy36I/AAAAAAAAADU/1f4z0UJ8YQc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-5939541139526497642</id><published>2012-01-23T00:01:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T01:06:00.723-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Cão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animação/Desenho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Cartum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'>Mundo Cão nº 7 - A inveja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAFWc02lDLM/Tw4YT9neHlI/AAAAAAAAFyU/x6staXCU-gU/s1600/7Mundo+Cao+7+-+inveja.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAFWc02lDLM/Tw4YT9neHlI/AAAAAAAAFyU/x6staXCU-gU/s1600/7Mundo+Cao+7+-+inveja.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- Você tem inveja do meu tamanho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- INVEJA??? Tenho suficiente auto-estima, para não sentir INVEJA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- De ninguém!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inveja é Adubo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eofVmBfV4R0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Primeiro epsódio do curta 7kptais onde retrata a INVEJA através da fábula da "A grama do vizinho é mais verde que a minha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melhor Trilha Original - Mogi/SP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melhor Stopmotion - Animaserra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exibido em diversos Festivais, incluindo o Animamundi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Produzido por Há! Estúdio de animação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;INVEJA - FRASES &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/baElMJ40TQA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-5939541139526497642?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/5939541139526497642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/mundo-cao-n-7-inveja.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/5939541139526497642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/5939541139526497642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/mundo-cao-n-7-inveja.html' title='Mundo Cão nº 7 - A inveja'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAFWc02lDLM/Tw4YT9neHlI/AAAAAAAAFyU/x6staXCU-gU/s72-c/7Mundo+Cao+7+-+inveja.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-6395347971818405841</id><published>2012-01-22T00:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T01:37:20.734-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escritor'/><title type='text'>"Há neste mundo mais medo de coisas más do que coisas más propriamente ditas" (Mia Couto)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cpOVQ0gR_7M/TvTXXe4L27I/AAAAAAAAFo4/LjDGBB3ukjc/s1600/Mia+Couto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h538t3sDXSE/TvTZuvp9QEI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/p8uqpT6IL10/s1600/ragge+bob+marleyi0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h538t3sDXSE/TvTZuvp9QEI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/p8uqpT6IL10/s400/ragge+bob+marleyi0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lucidez é um artigo de tamanho luxo que, devido a minha &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;minha pobreza intelecutal,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; só eventualmente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; consumo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFV-S5K7hWs/TvTaBlLAYdI/AAAAAAAAFpc/8KJCOnsqXr8/s1600/Mia+Couto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iFV-S5K7hWs/TvTaBlLAYdI/AAAAAAAAFpc/8KJCOnsqXr8/s320/Mia+Couto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Há quem tenha medo que o medo acabe!" Mia Couto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Muito lúcidas as palavras do Mia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conferências do Estoril 2011 - Mia Couto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jACccaTogxE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Obrigado Virgínia Melo pelo link do vídeo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-6395347971818405841?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/6395347971818405841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/ha-neste-mundo-mais-medo-de-coisas-mas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6395347971818405841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6395347971818405841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/ha-neste-mundo-mais-medo-de-coisas-mas.html' title='&quot;Há neste mundo mais medo de coisas más do que coisas más propriamente ditas&quot; (Mia Couto)'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h538t3sDXSE/TvTZuvp9QEI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/p8uqpT6IL10/s72-c/ragge+bob+marleyi0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-7291707474838733609</id><published>2012-01-21T00:00:00.021-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:00:01.632-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frase de humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>"O palhaço das perdidas ilusões..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYS5mhiQ4LM/Txn6Ea8aP-I/AAAAAAAAF0E/9B5u8wup5z8/s1600/palha%25C3%25A7o+triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="377" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYS5mhiQ4LM/Txn6Ea8aP-I/AAAAAAAAF0E/9B5u8wup5z8/s400/palha%25C3%25A7o+triste.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minha vida é um circo... e estou sempre na lona!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonas Azuis - Desconheço a autoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bF-CPznu18s" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinaldo e Liriel - Lonas Azuis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6wTF8I8nPfc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Por favor, alguém pode me confirmar a autoria da letra desta música?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lonas Azuis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moacyr Franco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No caminho da sorte, a alma perdi&lt;br /&gt;Dei um beijo na morte e sobrevivi&lt;br /&gt;Mas perdi o meu medo,&lt;br /&gt;A viver aprendi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz do mundo o meu palco, do sol minha luz&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer meu circo usei minha cruz&lt;br /&gt;De um pedaço do céu, fiz as lonas azuis.&lt;br /&gt;Do céu eu fiz as lonas azuis&lt;br /&gt;Do céu eu fiz as lonas azuis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que nem sempre é feliz quem procura&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida mais fácil também é a mais dura&lt;br /&gt;Que a estrada mais curta é também mais escura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi na descida, mais forças ganhar&lt;br /&gt;Pra chegar na subida e não desanimar&lt;br /&gt;Sou da vida um artista, ganhei meu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;1. Tecido resistente, de linho grosso, de algodão ou de cânhamo, do qual se fazem sacos, velas, toldos, tendas, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;3. P. ext. Tenda de circo itinerante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Na lona. 1. Pop. V. na última lona (1). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Na última lona. Bras. Pop. 1. Sem recurso algum, em petição de miséria; na lona:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Não posso pagar seu almoço: estou na última lona. 2. Em péssimo estado; quase de todo imprestável:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dicionário Aurélio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-7291707474838733609?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/7291707474838733609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-palhaco-das-perdidas-ilusoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7291707474838733609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7291707474838733609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-palhaco-das-perdidas-ilusoes.html' title='&quot;O palhaço das perdidas ilusões...&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYS5mhiQ4LM/Txn6Ea8aP-I/AAAAAAAAF0E/9B5u8wup5z8/s72-c/palha%25C3%25A7o+triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-8632928588355726526</id><published>2012-01-20T00:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T07:49:14.006-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>"Quem nunca curtiu uma paixão Nunca vai ter nada, não." Vinícius de Moraes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbWJNnCoKS4/TtlPscReptI/AAAAAAAAFgI/hNBc-38zB7M/s1600/294220_250348844996380_228283893869542_790556_6846057_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbWJNnCoKS4/TtlPscReptI/AAAAAAAAFgI/hNBc-38zB7M/s400/294220_250348844996380_228283893869542_790556_6846057_n.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perdoar é louvável, mas perdoar alguém pelo mesmo crime é cumplicidade! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sampa – Carlos Kurare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2/12/2011 19:48&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como Dizia o Poeta – Toquinho – música Vinicius de Moraes e Toquinho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nOfrdXsmXsA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como Dizia o Poeta&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem já passou por essa vida e não viveu&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser mais, mas sabe menos do que eu&lt;br /&gt;Porque a vida só se dá pra quem se deu&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem amou, pra quem chorou, pra quem sofreu&lt;br /&gt;Ah, quem nunca curtiu uma paixão nunca vai ter nada, não&lt;br /&gt;Nao há mal pior do que a descrença&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo o amor que não compensa é melhor que a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Abre os teus braços, meu irmão, deixa cair&lt;br /&gt;Pra que somar se a gente pode dividir&lt;br /&gt;Eu francamente já não quero nem saber&lt;br /&gt;De quem não vai porque tem medo de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Ai de quem não rasga o coração, esse não vai ter perdão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-8632928588355726526?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/8632928588355726526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/quem-nunca-curtiu-uma-paixao-nunca-vai.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8632928588355726526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8632928588355726526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/quem-nunca-curtiu-uma-paixao-nunca-vai.html' title='&quot;Quem nunca curtiu uma paixão Nunca vai ter nada, não.&quot; Vinícius de Moraes'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbWJNnCoKS4/TtlPscReptI/AAAAAAAAFgI/hNBc-38zB7M/s72-c/294220_250348844996380_228283893869542_790556_6846057_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-3396120516959302049</id><published>2012-01-19T00:01:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:01:00.515-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberto Carlos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Jovem Guarda'/><title type='text'>Nem tudo na vida são flores,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkOiwZgB8Us/TvSMqVQWWOI/AAAAAAAAFmc/gAjBw81-mMY/s1600/a+vida+%25C3%25A9+curta.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkOiwZgB8Us/TvSMqVQWWOI/AAAAAAAAFmc/gAjBw81-mMY/s400/a+vida+%25C3%25A9+curta.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nem tudo na vida são flores, mas sem dúvida, flores são tudo na vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sampa - 18/12/2011 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roberto Carlos - 1966 - Nossa Canção &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fdh_LXr63FA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-3396120516959302049?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/3396120516959302049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/nem-tudo-na-vida-sao-flores.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3396120516959302049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3396120516959302049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/nem-tudo-na-vida-sao-flores.html' title='Nem tudo na vida são flores,'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kkOiwZgB8Us/TvSMqVQWWOI/AAAAAAAAFmc/gAjBw81-mMY/s72-c/a+vida+%25C3%25A9+curta.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-403994585802161527</id><published>2012-01-18T00:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:33:14.912-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>"É muito difícil fazer sua cabeça e seu coração trabalharem juntos. No meu caso, eles não são nem amigos." Woody Allen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imQws3I8c4o/TtgTvzi2fQI/AAAAAAAAFfo/CHNQWybZjG8/s1600/prioridade+cada+um+tem+a+sua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imQws3I8c4o/TtgTvzi2fQI/AAAAAAAAFfo/CHNQWybZjG8/s400/prioridade+cada+um+tem+a+sua.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Em matéria de amor, minha cabeça e meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt; trabalham juntos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Mas... não se falam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentbody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentbody" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Sampa - 01/12/2011&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chico Buarque, Tom Jobim e Telma Costa - Eu Te Amo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nMzk4p3AS10" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Desculpe-me a qualidade do vídeo e áudio, mas essa música na interpretação desses anjos... Beira ao divino! E que letra!!! ...Um dia espero crescer, e ser gente grande, para escrever assim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A frase do Woody li no face da Lena&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-403994585802161527?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/403994585802161527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-muito-dificil-fazer-sua-cabeca-e-seu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/403994585802161527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/403994585802161527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-muito-dificil-fazer-sua-cabeca-e-seu.html' title='&quot;É muito difícil fazer sua cabeça e seu coração trabalharem juntos. No meu caso, eles não são nem amigos.&quot; Woody Allen'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imQws3I8c4o/TtgTvzi2fQI/AAAAAAAAFfo/CHNQWybZjG8/s72-c/prioridade+cada+um+tem+a+sua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-643053269831934820</id><published>2012-01-18T00:00:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T05:16:22.485-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oficina de criação de máscaras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evento ao vento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curso de interpretação para Câmera'/><title type='text'>Cursos imperdíveis no Teatro Commune!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H25Zrbu6o1o/TxZvjs_MxrI/AAAAAAAAFzk/PiUfWHpMy_0/s1600/flyer_cursos_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H25Zrbu6o1o/TxZvjs_MxrI/AAAAAAAAFzk/PiUfWHpMy_0/s640/flyer_cursos_.jpg" width="356" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Clique na imagem para ampliá-la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Depois clique novamente para ampliá-la mais. &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/5725562857165532885-643053269831934820?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/643053269831934820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/cursos-imperdiveis-no-teatro-commune.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/643053269831934820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/643053269831934820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/cursos-imperdiveis-no-teatro-commune.html' title='Cursos imperdíveis no Teatro Commune!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H25Zrbu6o1o/TxZvjs_MxrI/AAAAAAAAFzk/PiUfWHpMy_0/s72-c/flyer_cursos_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-7524273231092793993</id><published>2012-01-17T00:01:00.049-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:01:00.769-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Internacional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare Texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relicário'/><title type='text'>VerDE NOVO: Guerra do Fogo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por ter sido pisado por muitos pés... é que me tornei um bom vinho!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T5cVgcJgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uHcJu8E9Q74/s1600/GuerraDoFogo05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T5cVgcJgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uHcJu8E9Q74/s400/GuerraDoFogo05.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nossa!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maria Cereja, você me chamou a atenção para algo que não tinha me ocorrido! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Mappin era uma antiga loja de departamentos que existia em Sampa. Em uma época que aqui também existia a garoa. Coisas que ficam grudadas à memória como bala de caramelo fica nos dentes. Sabe... sempre fica um resto de resto...no resto das reminiscências.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Blog não tem fronteira, eu ainda vivo e penso na minha aldeia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aldeia lembra Pessoa, e eu, em pessoa, vou postar algo do Pessoa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aproveitar este sublime momento, no qual minha mente vagueia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arrancar estas vestes paulistas já que sua voz ao vento ressoa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Carlos você está na “Guerra do Fogo”,  culturas se misturam, da fusão do homem de neandertal e do homo sapiens surge uma nova tribo. A do Homo Sapiens Sapiens!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha tribo não tem espaço físico, ainda não tinha caído essa ficha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preciso atentar para esse detalhe ou irei acabar saindo da “bicha”*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Afinal, se “ouço” músicas de outras aldeias, e as canto como da minha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que outros não me ouviriam... e não tomariam o vinho da minha vinha?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por ter sido pisado por muitos pés... é que me tornei um bom vinho!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paris - 1/4/2010 10h14min&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atualizei a minha frase para: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Foi por ter sido pisado por muitos pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt; que me tornei um bom vinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T9LysfYdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/erxzvuHJtE0/s1600/159_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T9LysfYdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/erxzvuHJtE0/s200/159_1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Bicha, para quem não sabe, é fila em português de Portugal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T7y3W_VQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Sp_vpwsOofk/s1600/featherl.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T7y3W_VQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Sp_vpwsOofk/s400/featherl.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T2UC6q_VI/AAAAAAAAAZs/q019b8u3JU8/s1600/pessoa1916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T2UC6q_VI/AAAAAAAAAZs/q019b8u3JU8/s320/pessoa1916.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernando Pessoa em pessoa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O Tejo é mais belo que o rio que corre pela minha aldeia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o Tejo não é mais belo que o rio que corre pela minha  aldeia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque o Tejo não é o rio que corre pela minha aldeia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O Tejo tem grandes navios &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E navega nele ainda, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para aqueles que vêem em tudo o que lá não está,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A memória das naus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O Tejo desce de Espanha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E o Tejo entra no mar em Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Toda a gente sabe isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas poucos sabem qual é o rio da minha aldeia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E para onde ele vai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E donde ele vem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E por isso porque pertence a menos gente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;É mais livre e maior o rio da minha aldeia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Pelo Tejo vai-se para o Mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Para além do Tejo há a América&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;E a fortuna daqueles que a encontram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ninguém nunca pensou no que há para além&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Do rio da minha aldeia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O rio da minha aldeia não faz pensar em nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem está ao pé dele está só ao pé dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T7y3W_VQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Sp_vpwsOofk/s1600/featherl.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="33" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T7y3W_VQI/AAAAAAAAAbU/Sp_vpwsOofk/s400/featherl.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T1ZR9pIwI/AAAAAAAAAZk/y00aRUOWQZc/s1600/fire1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T1ZR9pIwI/AAAAAAAAAZk/y00aRUOWQZc/s200/fire1.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Recomendo este filme para o final de semana: &lt;b&gt;A guerra do Fogo&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; veja aqui: &lt;a href="http://epipoca.uol.com.br/filmes_galeria.php?idf=159"&gt;A guerra do fogo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://obviousmag.org/archives/2008/03/a_guerra_do_fogo.html#ixzz0jsJtyIxi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Recomendo este livro para o final da vida( mas pode ler antes se o quiser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;b&gt;O Macaco Nu&lt;/b&gt; (no original, &lt;b&gt;The Naked Ape&lt;/b&gt;) é o título de um  livro de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desmond_Morris" title="Desmond Morris"&gt;Desmond Morris&lt;/a&gt; publicado em 1967 que  descreve a espécie  humana através de uma perspectiva etologista,  ou seja, como a que é geralmente adotada à descrição do comportamento  das outras espécies animais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faltou a música eu a tenho mas não a encontrei no youtube vou postar outro dia. Me cobrem!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ikuko Kawai Violín Rojo-Concierto de Aranjuez- en violin &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y2ZjE1hHfTE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pronto música postada em 14/12/2011. Promessa é dívida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/5725562857165532885-7524273231092793993?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/7524273231092793993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/verde-novo-guerra-do-fogo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7524273231092793993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7524273231092793993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/verde-novo-guerra-do-fogo.html' title='VerDE NOVO: Guerra do Fogo...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/S7T5cVgcJgI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uHcJu8E9Q74/s72-c/GuerraDoFogo05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-8417922605724967871</id><published>2012-01-16T18:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T18:38:06.032-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te30atro Commune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cursos'/><title type='text'>TEATRO COMMUNE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ2w163hEa4/TxSGRoQXf1I/AAAAAAAAFzU/PgN4Wc_gymM/s1600/O+Mentiroso+de+Goldoni+-+Foto+Fernanda+Zabo+8+-+BR+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ2w163hEa4/TxSGRoQXf1I/AAAAAAAAFzU/PgN4Wc_gymM/s400/O+Mentiroso+de+Goldoni+-+Foto+Fernanda+Zabo+8+-+BR+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;CURSOS IMPERDÍVEIS NO TEATRO  COMMUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;OFICINA DE  BUFÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Com Beth Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Descubra o seu Bufão, máscara marginal com um corpo imenso,  grotesco e deformado, que zomba o tempo todo de tudo e de  todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #134f5c; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;BETH LOPES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; é pesquisadora, diretora teatral e  professora da pós graduação da ECA/USP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;De &lt;strong&gt;23 a 26 de janeiro de 2012&lt;/strong&gt; - das 19 às 23  horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;Até 18 de janeiro: &lt;strong&gt;R$ 350,00 e R$ 300,00&lt;/strong&gt;  (estudantes e artistas com DRT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;De 19 a 23 de janeiro: &lt;strong&gt;R$ 400,00 e R$ 350,00&lt;/strong&gt;  (estudantes e artistas com DRT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;OFICINA DE  CONFECÇÃO DE MÁSCARAS DE CARNAVAL DO MUNDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Com Helo Cardoso e Edu  Caiuby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Venha criar máscaras de carnaval, em  papel marchê, a partir do estudo de máscaras carnavalescas de Veneza, Suiça,  México, Alemanha, Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #134f5c; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;HELO CARDOSO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;é mascareira, cenógrafa e professora do Depto. de Artes Cênicas da  UNICAMP e &lt;b&gt;EDU CAIUBY&lt;/b&gt;,  mascareiro&lt;span&gt;, aderecista e artista  plástico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #0c343d; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;DATAS: 4 e 5, 11 e 12 e 18 de  fevereiro&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;- das 10 às 13  horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;VALOR: R$ 230,00  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;OFICINA DE  CONFECÇÃO DE MÁSCARAS TEATRAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;com Helo Cardoso e Edu Caiuby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Criação  de máscaras teatrais a partir de um estudo da máscara neutra, criada por Amleto  Sartori para Jacques Lecoq e de diferentes máscaras expressivas da Basiléia,  Veneza, México, usando diferentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;materiais e técnicas de modelagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #134f5c; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;HELO CARDOSO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;é mascareira, cenógrafa e professora do Depto. de Artes Cênicas da  UNICAMP e &lt;b&gt;EDU CAIUBY&lt;/b&gt;,  mascareiro&lt;span&gt;, aderecista e artista  plástico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #134f5c; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;DATAS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;  1, 3, 6, 8 e 10 fevereiro de 2012 - das 9:00 às 13:00  horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Até  23 de janeiro: R$ 390,00 e R$ 380,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;  (estudantes e artistas com DRT) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;De  24 a 31 de janeiro: R$ 410,00 e R$ 400,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;  (estudantes e artistas com DRT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;OFICINA TEATRAL PARA  MATURIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Com Jorge Julião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Visa desenvolver noções de auto-controle, espacialidade e  interpretação com pesquisa de movimentos de dança, yoga e teatro, propiciando ao  aluno uma estrutura segura e de fácil assimilação. Venha improvisar com a gente  e conhecer melhor seu corpo e suas capacidades  criativas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #134f5c; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;JORGE JULIÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; é professor e diretor teatral,  desenvolve um sistemático trabalho de pedagogia e criação teatral com a Melhor  Idade desde 98, formando importantes grupos na AFPESP (Associação dos  Funcionários Públicos de São Paulo), no Shopping Eldorado, no Grupo Feliz Idade  e no CPP (Centro do Professorado Paulista), entre  outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #134f5c; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;TURMA 1 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; 02 e 09 de fevereiro das 14 às 16  horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;TURMA 2 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; 04 e 11 de fevereiro das 10 às 12  horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;VALOR: R$ 60,00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;(alunos ou ex-alunos de Julião podem convidar um(a) amigo(a), para  conhecer o curso gratuitamente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft PhagsPa;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;OFICIAN DE INTERPRETAÇÃO PARA  CÂMERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft PhagsPa;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;com Cintia Di  Giorgi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft PhagsPa;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Visa criar personagens e gravar  cenas a partir da compreensão das técnicas que envolvem o processo de  interpretação em Cinema e TV. Os alunos poderão obter ao final do curso uma  cópia editada das cenas gravadas para portifólio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft PhagsPa;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;CÍNTIA  DI GIORGI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;,  é diretora e pesquisadora e foi produtora de elenco na Rede Globo por 8 anos,  sendo responsável pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;casting &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;de  filmes como&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Carandiru, Quanto Vale ou é por Quilo, Cama  de Gato,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt; entre outros.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft PhagsPa;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;DATAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;:  28 e 29 de janeiro - Sábado e Domingo - das 10 às 17 horas  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft PhagsPa;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Até  26 de janeiro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;  &lt;b&gt;R$ 250,00 e R$ 200,00&lt;/b&gt; (estudantes e  artistas com DRT) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft PhagsPa;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;De  27 de janeiro: R$ 300,00 e R$ 250,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;  (estudantes e artistas com DRT) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;TODOS OS CURSOS PODEM SER PAGOS EM 02 PARCELAS, MEDIANTE BOLETO  BANCÁRIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;COMO SE  INSCREVER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;Enviar e-mail com &lt;b&gt;breve currículo e telefones&lt;/b&gt; para:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:cursos@commune.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;cursos@commune.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você receberá uma FICHA DE INSCRIÇÃO e BOLETO PARA  PAGAMENTO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: yellow; color: red; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Microsoft Tai Le;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;INFORMAÇÕES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;b&gt;11 3476-0792 - 3807-0792 - 7665-2205 &lt;/b&gt;-  SAMUEL OU MARIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;TEATRO COMMUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: 15pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Rua da Consolação, 1218, ao lado do TRT (estacionamento ao lado 24  horas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.commune.com.br/" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;www.commune.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-8417922605724967871?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/8417922605724967871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/teatro-commune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8417922605724967871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8417922605724967871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/teatro-commune.html' title='TEATRO COMMUNE'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ2w163hEa4/TxSGRoQXf1I/AAAAAAAAFzU/PgN4Wc_gymM/s72-c/O+Mentiroso+de+Goldoni+-+Foto+Fernanda+Zabo+8+-+BR+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-1012807854311285085</id><published>2012-01-16T05:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T05:06:04.588-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto de outro autor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha Medeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme: Indicação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'>Ah! Mulheres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uouIREXrHGc/TxPDiQc5vkI/AAAAAAAAFy0/GWKsjXgII18/s1600/vento+levou+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uouIREXrHGc/TxPDiQc5vkI/AAAAAAAAFy0/GWKsjXgII18/s400/vento+levou+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;As mulheres têm a magia ou talvez a graça divina de tornarem a vida masculina mais branda!&lt;br /&gt;E como toda mulher tem alma de menina, eu grito: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Obrigado "Meninas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;! Por "darem a luz" à escuridão deste mundo masculino!&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;br /&gt;Vale - 16/1/2012&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Grandes e pequenas mulheres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Há mulheres de todos os gêneros. Histéricas, batalhadoras, frescas,  profissionais, chatas, inteligentes, gostosas, parasitas, sensacionais.  Mulheres de origens diversas, de idades várias, mulheres de posses ou de  grana curta. Mulheres de tudo quanto é jeito. Mas se eu fosse homem  prestaria atenção apenas num quesito: se a mulher é do tipo que puxa pra  cima ou se é do tipo que empurra pra baixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Dizem que por trás  de todo grande homem existe uma grande mulher. Meia-verdade. Ele pode  ser grande estando sozinho também. Mas com uma mulher xarope ele não vai  chegar a lugar algum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Mulher que puxa pra cima é mulher que  aposta nas decisões do cara, que não fica telefonando pro escritório  toda hora, que tem a profissão dela, que o apóia quando ele diz que vai  pedir demissão por questões éticas e que confia que vai dar tudo certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  Mulher que empurra pra baixo é a que põe minhoca na cabeça dele sobre  os seus colegas, a que tem acessos de carência bem na hora que ele tem  que entrar numa reunião, a que não avaliza nenhuma mudança que ele  propõe, a que quer manter tudo como está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Mulher que puxa pra  cima é a que dá uns toques na hora de ele se vestir, a que não perturba  com questões menores, a que incentiva o marido a procurar os amigos, a  que separa matérias de revista que possam interessá-lo, a que indica  livros, a que faz amor com vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Mulher que empurra pra  baixo é a que reclama do salário dele, a que não acredita que ele tenha  taco pra assumir uma promoção, a que acha que viajar é despesa e não  investimento, a que tem ciúmes da secretária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Mulher que puxa pra cima é a que dá conselhos e não palpite, a que acompanha nas festas e nas roubadas, a que tem bom humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  Mulher que empurra pra baixo é a que debocha dos defeitos dele em  rodinhas de amigos e que não acredita que ele vá mais longe do que já  foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; Se por trás de todo grande homem existe uma grande mulher,  então vale o inverso também: por trás de um pequeno homem talvez exista  uma mulher pequena."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Obrigado pela dica do texto: Regina Liberato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O vídeo abaixo está sublime!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adriana Calcanhotto - &lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/adriana-calcanhotto/870/" target="_blank"&gt;Devolva-Me - (letra aqui)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gKnFM1u-Wok" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;A foto acima é do filme "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;E O VENTO LEVOU"   (1939)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #7f6000;"&gt; - Gone with the wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um filme imperdível!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; veja a&amp;nbsp; sinopse&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.65anosdecinema.pro.br/1633-E_O_VENTO_LEVOU_%281939%29" target="_blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-1012807854311285085?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/1012807854311285085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/ah-mulheres.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1012807854311285085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1012807854311285085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/ah-mulheres.html' title='Ah! Mulheres...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uouIREXrHGc/TxPDiQc5vkI/AAAAAAAAFy0/GWKsjXgII18/s72-c/vento+levou+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-4636622878558059586</id><published>2012-01-16T00:01:00.017-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:01:01.189-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Cão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Cartum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'>Mundo Cão nº 6 - A eloquência da dialética!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WTBfzBc8RM/Tw4W-ifSt3I/AAAAAAAAFyM/Pd6cVlBXYdE/s1600/6Mundo+Cao+n+6+eu+sou+forte.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WTBfzBc8RM/Tw4W-ifSt3I/AAAAAAAAFyM/Pd6cVlBXYdE/s1600/6Mundo+Cao+n+6+eu+sou+forte.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;A Eloquência da dialética!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;- Eu sou mais forte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;-Eu sou mais inteligente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;- Como eu dizia... EU SOU MAIS FORTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-4636622878558059586?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/4636622878558059586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/mundo-cao-n-6-eloquencia-da-dialetica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4636622878558059586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4636622878558059586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/mundo-cao-n-6-eloquencia-da-dialetica.html' title='Mundo Cão nº 6 - A eloquência da dialética!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WTBfzBc8RM/Tw4W-ifSt3I/AAAAAAAAFyM/Pd6cVlBXYdE/s72-c/6Mundo+Cao+n+6+eu+sou+forte.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-3945627962185448370</id><published>2012-01-15T00:01:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:01:00.115-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Humor'/><title type='text'>"Os homens são como os vinhos: a idade azeda os maus e apura os bons." Marcus Tullius Cícero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZv2l71VV-A/Tuix8aSQ6xI/AAAAAAAAFlg/r9fehbImehg/s1600/a+prova+de+tudo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZv2l71VV-A/Tuix8aSQ6xI/AAAAAAAAFlg/r9fehbImehg/s400/a+prova+de+tudo.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Eu sou como o vinho, e com o passar do tempo... Vinagrei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Sampa - 14/12/2011 11:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eliana e Adelaide Chiozzo - '&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/tonico-e-tinoco/89163/"&gt;Beijinho Doce&lt;/a&gt;' (1950) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xlaftfuUnGQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-3945627962185448370?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/3945627962185448370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/os-homens-sao-como-os-vinhos-idade.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3945627962185448370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3945627962185448370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/os-homens-sao-como-os-vinhos-idade.html' title='&quot;Os homens são como os vinhos: a idade azeda os maus e apura os bons.&quot; Marcus Tullius Cícero'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZv2l71VV-A/Tuix8aSQ6xI/AAAAAAAAFlg/r9fehbImehg/s72-c/a+prova+de+tudo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-1751371241751652016</id><published>2012-01-14T00:00:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:59:47.089-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo Infantil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor Vídeo'/><title type='text'>Assista com a família!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg1H2fHXS4U/Tw1OWhS-JUI/AAAAAAAAFxs/3YqiTicGAj4/s1600/carinha+fiz+no+paint.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg1H2fHXS4U/Tw1OWhS-JUI/AAAAAAAAFxs/3YqiTicGAj4/s400/carinha+fiz+no+paint.JPG" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mulheres mais velhas não têm na cabeça a vivacidade que eu quero. Argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;já as mais jovens, dizem que não tenho na cabeça, a vivacidade que elas querem! glup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Seu Madruga...um cavalheiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fg-S2UAkhQ8/TwsQ_e4LchI/AAAAAAAAFw0/DEmGgOHT_40/s1600/a+senhora+tamb%25C3%25A9m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fg-S2UAkhQ8/TwsQ_e4LchI/AAAAAAAAFw0/DEmGgOHT_40/s640/a+senhora+tamb%25C3%25A9m.jpg" width="463" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Chaves... um programa de família!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;Histórias deliciosamente ingênuas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;Assisti a muitos episódios com meus filhos!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se você tem crianças pequenas de 7 a&amp;nbsp; 99 anos assista com elas é muito legal!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chaves em Acapulco - Episódio Completo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kfjhwgxNsGI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-1751371241751652016?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/1751371241751652016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/assista-com-familia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1751371241751652016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1751371241751652016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/assista-com-familia.html' title='Assista com a família!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg1H2fHXS4U/Tw1OWhS-JUI/AAAAAAAAFxs/3YqiTicGAj4/s72-c/carinha+fiz+no+paint.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-1673374537405609380</id><published>2012-01-13T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:01:00.422-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MPB - Pérolas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>Eu não boto ovos! Mas sei fazer omeletes deliciosas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPRlySmi_2Y/TuiKDOTdhpI/AAAAAAAAFk4/lE_RElfBx_M/s1600/00006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPRlySmi_2Y/TuiKDOTdhpI/AAAAAAAAFk4/lE_RElfBx_M/s320/00006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Penso assim: Prefiro escrever errado a calar certo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Posso errar?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hw9dcfDISW8/TuiIDWtygkI/AAAAAAAAFkg/Tt37xAqt9Zo/s1600/mulher+negra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hw9dcfDISW8/TuiIDWtygkI/AAAAAAAAFkg/Tt37xAqt9Zo/s320/mulher+negra.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Leila Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"Há pouco tempo fui obrigada a lavar meus cabelos com o xampu “errado”. Foi num hotel, onde cheguei pouco antes de fazer uma palestra e, depois de ver que tinha deixado meu xampu em casa, descobri que não havia&amp;nbsp; farmácia nem shopping num raio de 10 quilômetros . A única opção era&lt;br /&gt;usar o dois-em-um (xampu com efeito condicionador) do kit do hotel. Opção? Maneira de dizer. Meus cabelos, superoleosos, grudam só de ouvir a palavra “condicionador”. Mas fui em frente. Apliquei o produto cautelosamente, enxaguei, fiz a escova de praxe e... surpresa!&lt;br /&gt;Os cabelos ficaram soltos e brilhantes — tudo aquilo que meus nove vidros de xampu “certo” que deixei em casa costumam prometer para nem sempre cumprir.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Foi aí que me dei conta do quanto a gente se esforça para fazer a coisa certa, comprar o produto certo, usar a roupa certa, dizer a coisa certa — e a pergunta que não quer calar é: certa pra quem? Ou: certa por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDmgre6QMuc/TuiIOiweIcI/AAAAAAAAFko/hN7h3zcf2Nk/s1600/3132208710_abd3028613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XDmgre6QMuc/TuiIOiweIcI/AAAAAAAAFko/hN7h3zcf2Nk/s320/3132208710_abd3028613.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; O homem certo, por exemplo: existe ficção maior do que essa? Minha amiga se casou com um exemplar da espécie depois de namorá-lo sete anos. Levou um mês para descobrir que estava com o marido errado. Ele foi “certo” até colocar a aliança. O que faz surgir outra pergunta: certo até quando? Porque o certo de hoje pode se transformar no equívoco monumental de amanhã. Ou o contrário: existem homens que chegam com aquele jeito de “nada a ver”, vão ficando e, quando você se assusta, está casada — e feliz — com um deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as roupas? Quantos sábados você já passou num shopping procurando o vestido certo e os sapatos certos para aquele casamento chiquérrimo e, na hora de sair para a festa, você se olha no espelho e tem a sensação de que está tudo errado? As vendedoras juraram que era a escolha perfeita, mas talvez você se sentisse melhor com uma dose menor de perfeição. Eu mesma já fui para várias festas me sentindo fantasiada.&lt;br /&gt;Estava com a roupa “certa”, mas o que eu queria mesmo era ter ficado mais parecida comigo mesma, nem que fosse para “errar”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRJwXycv7ek/TuiG4z9iIfI/AAAAAAAAFkY/0Y3or7X1-AU/s1600/nao+tenho+nada+para+vestir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRJwXycv7ek/TuiG4z9iIfI/AAAAAAAAFkY/0Y3or7X1-AU/s320/nao+tenho+nada+para+vestir.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Clique na imagem para aumentá-la!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia fui dar uma bronca numa amiga que insiste em fumar, apesar dos problemas de saúde, e ela me respondeu: “Eu sei que está errado, mas a gente tem que fazer alguma coisa errada na vida, senão fica tudo muito sem graça. O que eu queria mesmo era trair meu marido, mas isso eu não tenho coragem. Então eu fumo”. Sem entrar no mérito da questão — da traição ou do cigarro —, concordo que viver é, eventualmente, poder escorregar ou sair do tom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo está cheio de regras, que vão desde nosso guarda-roupa, passando por cosméticos e dietas, até o que&lt;br /&gt;vamos dizer na entrevista de emprego, o vinho que devemos pedir no restaurante, o desempenho sexual que nos torna parceiros interessantes, o restaurante que está na moda, o celular que dá status, a idade que devemos aparentar. Obedecer, ou acertar, sempre é fazer um pacto com o óbvio, renunciar ao inesperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRlsfaOb_l8/TuiK2Q-YCEI/AAAAAAAAFlA/yhXriWdgc6I/s1600/2010070903442615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRlsfaOb_l8/TuiK2Q-YCEI/AAAAAAAAFlA/yhXriWdgc6I/s320/2010070903442615.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filósofo Mario Sergio Cortella conta que muitas pessoas se surpreendem quando constatam que ele não sabe dirigir e tem sempre alguém que pergunta: “Como assim?! Você não dirige?!”. Com toda a&lt;br /&gt;calma, ele responde: “Não, eu não dirijo. Também não boto ovo, não fabrico rádios — tem um punhado de coisas que eu não faço”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRD1ovg6FS0/TuiLX_mBNzI/AAAAAAAAFlI/OskmYFRd05c/s1600/201007230247471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRD1ovg6FS0/TuiLX_mBNzI/AAAAAAAAFlI/OskmYFRd05c/s320/201007230247471.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não temos que fazer tudo que esperam que a gente faça nem acertar sempre no que fazemos.&lt;br /&gt;Como diz Sofia, agente de viagens que adora questionar regras: “Não sou obrigada a gostar de comida japonesa, nem a ter manequim 38 e, muito menos, a achar normal uma vida sem carboidratos”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O certo ou o “certo” pode até ser bom. Mas às vezes merecemos aposentar régua e compasso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Leila Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cronicaspensamentosafins.blogspot.com/%20" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fonte: http://cronicaspensamentosafins.blogspot.com/ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você lembra desta pérola da mpb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sergio Sampaio - Eu quero é botar meu bloco na rua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oO-Yc9LG7ZA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-1673374537405609380?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/1673374537405609380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-nao-boto-ovos-mas-sei-fazer-omeletes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1673374537405609380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1673374537405609380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-nao-boto-ovos-mas-sei-fazer-omeletes.html' title='Eu não boto ovos! Mas sei fazer omeletes deliciosas!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPRlySmi_2Y/TuiKDOTdhpI/AAAAAAAAFk4/lE_RElfBx_M/s72-c/00006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-9122801695055565428</id><published>2012-01-12T00:01:00.017-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T00:01:00.174-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mundo Cão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frase de humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Cartum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Humor'/><title type='text'>"Loucura é só uma questão de ponto de vista." Johnny Depp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9DmR9j0Kl4/Tw1HdwSEvsI/AAAAAAAAFxc/W7PZpO_a6K4/s1600/Mundo+Cao+n+5+loucura.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9DmR9j0Kl4/Tw1HdwSEvsI/AAAAAAAAFxc/W7PZpO_a6K4/s1600/Mundo+Cao+n+5+loucura.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Vivo a falar&amp;nbsp; que "loucura é só uma questão de ponto de vista"!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Mas além de não me darem alta, não me deixam brincar com fogo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Carlos Kurare&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrXROBeJMqs/Tw1KBLU3doI/AAAAAAAAFxk/cHtpKyWicRQ/s1600/406563_120126031440043_111709948948318_103386_71664477_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrXROBeJMqs/Tw1KBLU3doI/AAAAAAAAFxk/cHtpKyWicRQ/s400/406563_120126031440043_111709948948318_103386_71664477_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;"Loucura é só uma questão de ponto de vista."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/johnny_depp/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEY MATOGROSSO - Balada do Louco - Música: Mutantes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XUXwBQnyEZw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-9122801695055565428?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/9122801695055565428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/loucura-e-so-uma-questao-de-ponto-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/9122801695055565428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/9122801695055565428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/loucura-e-so-uma-questao-de-ponto-de.html' title='&quot;Loucura é só uma questão de ponto de vista.&quot; Johnny Depp'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J9DmR9j0Kl4/Tw1HdwSEvsI/AAAAAAAAFxc/W7PZpO_a6K4/s72-c/Mundo+Cao+n+5+loucura.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-1169636206584988073</id><published>2012-01-11T00:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T07:36:10.830-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare: Poema/Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare: Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare -  Poema/Poesia'/><title type='text'>Não há mar na Bolívia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CIUWrrKbFjg/TwsFHFfkbrI/AAAAAAAAFv0/jNJqIuYNedY/s1600/navios+aral+05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CIUWrrKbFjg/TwsFHFfkbrI/AAAAAAAAFv0/jNJqIuYNedY/s1600/navios+aral+05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bolívia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em Olivia, vislumbrei lar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por uma grande querença a ela,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;envolto em uma paixão singela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cortei minhas cordas, icei vela,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e quase singrei um mar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas na tempestade que antevi,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tempestivamente percebi que,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;entre mim e a terra que entrevi,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não há mar, não há o porquê.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E se não há mar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;por que velas içar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que deveria eu partir?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;se lar já não posso sentir!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quedo-me numa pergunta voraz que no momento,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;me turbilhona, dispersa e angustia o pensamento:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há mar para amar? Há mar para atravessar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ou o que realmente vi, foi apenas uma miragem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A projeção de ilha deste naúfrago de passagem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mergulho na espiral da resposta, já sem ar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah! Mar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vale - 9/1/2012 11:27h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soneto de Separação - Vinícius de Moraes &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3ANzjsBjGWU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;Jow, obrigado pelas opiniões sobre a poesia acima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-1169636206584988073?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/1169636206584988073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-ha-mar-na-bolivia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1169636206584988073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1169636206584988073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-ha-mar-na-bolivia.html' title='Não há mar na Bolívia!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CIUWrrKbFjg/TwsFHFfkbrI/AAAAAAAAFv0/jNJqIuYNedY/s72-c/navios+aral+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-5505857285976732278</id><published>2012-01-10T00:01:00.041-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:01:00.560-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Cartum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartum'/><title type='text'>"Quando um não quer dois não brigam. Um bate e o outro apanha!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1fwf19urQU/TwrihcDRwVI/AAAAAAAAFvs/5cL2V1guBBM/s1600/Mundo+C%25C3%25A3o+n+3a+-+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y1fwf19urQU/TwrihcDRwVI/AAAAAAAAFvs/5cL2V1guBBM/s1600/Mundo+C%25C3%25A3o+n+3a+-+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;"Quando um não quer dois não brigam. Um bate e o outro apanha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Anônimo&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/5725562857165532885-5505857285976732278?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/5505857285976732278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-um-nao-quer-dois-nao-brigam-um_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/5505857285976732278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/5505857285976732278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-um-nao-quer-dois-nao-brigam-um_10.html' title='&quot;Quando um não quer dois não brigam. 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Um bate e o outro apanha!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMOR: QUATRO LETRAS TOLAS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raul Arruda Filho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8577885342619098157"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LieOjPdPM5Y/Twbom-ee0DI/AAAAAAAACMo/-KdLb8jef4U/s1600/CAN6BVZVCAYRXIQKCAB8HG03CAH4AR1WCA3VF9YTCATVD5Z3CAZ8C4ZMCAVWWWY8CARP0I3NCAK9ML6SCA0YOXTICAO9F7UFCAPWKU59CAPVTEJ1CAD8L45LCAQL2LZICAQ1UX9ECAY53S0N.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LieOjPdPM5Y/Twbom-ee0DI/AAAAAAAACMo/-KdLb8jef4U/s320/CAN6BVZVCAYRXIQKCAB8HG03CAH4AR1WCA3VF9YTCATVD5Z3CAZ8C4ZMCAVWWWY8CARP0I3NCAK9ML6SCA0YOXTICAO9F7UFCAPWKU59CAPVTEJ1CAD8L45LCAQL2LZICAQ1UX9ECAY53S0N.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não  há nada mais complicado do que os relacionamentos amorosos. Na melhor  das hipóteses, se assemelham ao caminhar na corda−bamba ou ficar preso  na areia movediça. Ao menor descuido − catabum! − a catástrofe assume o  centro do palco e se instala como se tivesse direitos vitalícios para  bagunçar a vidinha mais ou menos de qualquer indivíduo mais ou menos que  resolveu perder o sossego em alguma confusão mais ou menos.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela história fofinha de que "quando um não quer dois não brigam"  raramente se aproxima da verdade. Conversa pra boi dormir. Em qualquer  deus-nos-acuda afetivo, alguém sempre está em pé de guerra. Borduna na  mão. Disposto a destruir o outro sem piedade. Dá até para ouvir o som do  crânio rachando. Isso se a vítima tiver sorte. Normalmente não tem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z8JQYpbY_jQ/Twbo7qZ5n-I/AAAAAAAACM0/8q0z34gGh-A/s1600/CAD6CPP5CAW5RF90CAPESUZRCAXRSQBNCATBI34GCALOQT0ZCASWDORZCADWBA05CABPKLTCCA2HSZWHCA8PNR9ICAXWWBOICAGNSJ4KCAPY1FFPCA2UK66ECAG6G36SCAYK4Q2VCAV6JNNW.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z8JQYpbY_jQ/Twbo7qZ5n-I/AAAAAAAACM0/8q0z34gGh-A/s320/CAD6CPP5CAW5RF90CAPESUZRCAXRSQBNCATBI34GCALOQT0ZCASWDORZCADWBA05CABPKLTCCA2HSZWHCA8PNR9ICAXWWBOICAGNSJ4KCAPY1FFPCA2UK66ECAG6G36SCAYK4Q2VCAV6JNNW.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Claro,  a diversão proporcionada pela reconciliação vale qualquer sacrifício.  Embora os rituais de conquista sejam exercícios de crueldade, ninguém  foge da arapuca. Brincar com o passarinho na gaiola é diversão  garantida. Inclusive porque ficar estressado pelo resto da vida nunca  foi bom negócio. Preciosos instantes de tranqüilidade são alimentos  essenciais para corações combalidos. Deixar – impunemente − a toalha  molhada em cima da cama, por exemplo, constitui pequena compensação para  o tumulto diário. É nesses momentos que a vida adquire algum sentido.  Infelizmente, o preço da liberdade cobra juros e correção monetária. Por  isso, enquanto o boleto, quinhentas salgadíssimas parcelas, não  aterrissa debaixo da porta cabe aproveitar beijinhos, abraços e muito  mais. Aliás, é por esse "muito mais" que o combate encontra suas mais  importantes justificativas. Sem medir esforços. Ou tréguas. Cinco  minutos (recorde mundial!) de sexo selvagem recarrega as baterias por  algumas semanas. Verdade ou não, pouco importa. A canalhice masculina  exige que esse assunto seja relatado (sem os detalhes íntimos, claro) em  final de tarde, lá no boteco da esquina, entre cervejas e gargalhadas.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-DGUJm17iw/TwbqVOiOLmI/AAAAAAAACNA/klDx29GiLY8/s1600/4.bmp" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-DGUJm17iw/TwbqVOiOLmI/AAAAAAAACNA/klDx29GiLY8/s320/4.bmp" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como  ninguém consegue conviver com a felicidade, a paz desaparece de forma  delicada, deliciosa. Duelo ao final da tarde ou no meio da noite, quem é  que consegue sacar a arma primeira? Pouco importa, é hora do  quebra−pau. Literal. Nenhuma novidade. Elefante em loja de louças não  brinca com origami. Uma palavra na hora errada, um gesto menos  apaixonado, flores de plástico, uma adolescente que caminha pela calçada  (vestindo um daqueles shortinhos que provavelmente causará o  desalinhamento dos planetas). Qualquer coisa. Até coisa nenhuma. Que o  estado natural dos relacionamentos é a guerra. Tiros trocados entre  algozes não doem − muito. Velhos hematomas costumam ser substituídos por  novas cicatrizes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivos justos para agressão bélica, tiros de canhão, gritos ou  esquecer-se de comprar o iogurte favorito da cara metade são causados  por ataques de carência, chatice explícita, ciúme mórbido ou grude  excessivo. É o horror, o horror. Não há tesão que resista a esse  massacre. Exaurir o veio aurífero com dinamite.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtflxJ4NePk/TwbrliuMZpI/AAAAAAAACNM/jOSaET9Zddo/s1600/CA02X19CCAYG0PVFCAXUK6Y8CAQIKC4VCA3K57NICA9UTLD2CAVJSF11CAHK26BKCAEDAA2LCAEDUQA2CAIPFUUZCA3BK1M8CAQCJIOJCA01IV8NCA7A7XRACA8M2UH1CAKM7ZEYCAONM5Q7.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtflxJ4NePk/TwbrliuMZpI/AAAAAAAACNM/jOSaET9Zddo/s320/CA02X19CCAYG0PVFCAXUK6Y8CAQIKC4VCA3K57NICA9UTLD2CAVJSF11CAHK26BKCAEDAA2LCAEDUQA2CAIPFUUZCA3BK1M8CAQCJIOJCA01IV8NCA7A7XRACA8M2UH1CAKM7ZEYCAONM5Q7.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amor  rima com flor e dor. Nos piores poemas. Não há dúvidas ou dívidas. É  preciso força e determinação para disputar bola dividida. Diversão é  aquilo na mão e a mão naquilo. Sem apertar ou arranhar, que golpe sujo  não vale. Quer dizer, vale−tudo entre quatro paredes, desde que as  paredes não caiam em cima do casal, espetáculo sem igual nas manchetes  do jornal. Então, (de)compostos no ritmo sem ritmo das regras propostas  pelo cio, cabe começar a arruaça. Nem que seja por pirraça. Bobo é quem  deixa de perceber essas sutilezas da paixão. Da ilusão. Miragem e oásis  fazem parte da paisagem. Melhor se houver bastante sacanagem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o estopim para gerar tanta energia sempre encontra abrigo na  possibilidade de novo round. Para principiar incêndio basta isqueiro. Ou  caixa de fósforos. Ao longe, como se fosse raio solar, o olhar fagueiro  alimenta o fogaréu. O amor é isso, quatro letras tolas, prêmio de  loteria ou música. Beijo, porrada e desejo. Chama e cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Postado por &lt;span class="fn"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11156140393263637210" rel="author" title="author profile"&gt; Raul Arruda Filho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2012-01-06T10:41:00-02:00"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2012-01-06T10:41:00-02:00"&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://raulealiteratura.blogspot.com/2012/01/amor-quatro-letras-tolas.html#comment-form" target="_blank"&gt;Raul e a literatura&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-icons"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo - Chico Buarque - Música de Tom Jobim e Chico Buarque &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-gVRRjSI4M0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-7597466886377867969?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/7597466886377867969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-um-nao-quer-dois-nao-brigam-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7597466886377867969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7597466886377867969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-um-nao-quer-dois-nao-brigam-um.html' title='&quot;Quando um não quer dois não brigam. Um bate e o outro apanha!&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LieOjPdPM5Y/Twbom-ee0DI/AAAAAAAACMo/-KdLb8jef4U/s72-c/CAN6BVZVCAYRXIQKCAB8HG03CAH4AR1WCA3VF9YTCATVD5Z3CAZ8C4ZMCAVWWWY8CARP0I3NCAK9ML6SCA0YOXTICAO9F7UFCAPWKU59CAPVTEJ1CAD8L45LCAQL2LZICAQ1UX9ECAY53S0N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-4884886922459426538</id><published>2012-01-09T14:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:13:38.827-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens engraçadas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Meu humor é pobre! ...Mas é honrado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoieJIaYAh0/TwsScd477MI/AAAAAAAAFxE/wOVm7ps2U1s/s1600/foto3_cidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoieJIaYAh0/TwsScd477MI/AAAAAAAAFxE/wOVm7ps2U1s/s400/foto3_cidade.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Esqueci-me do humor de segunda-feira. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Chaves... um programa de família!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;Histórias deliciosamente ingênuas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;Assisti muitos episódios com meus filhos!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-4884886922459426538?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/4884886922459426538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/meu-humor-e-pobre-mas-e-horado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4884886922459426538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4884886922459426538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/meu-humor-e-pobre-mas-e-horado.html' title='Meu humor é pobre! ...Mas é honrado!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoieJIaYAh0/TwsScd477MI/AAAAAAAAFxE/wOVm7ps2U1s/s72-c/foto3_cidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-161272040866784543</id><published>2012-01-09T00:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T02:51:28.632-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare: Poema/Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>Pirilampos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHv1FiB9izE/TtNoodXvRcI/AAAAAAAAFcg/Xm8thCtR_A8/s1600/pirilampos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHv1FiB9izE/TtNoodXvRcI/AAAAAAAAFcg/Xm8thCtR_A8/s400/pirilampos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Pirilampos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Vaga! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Vaga-lume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Vaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Cá, não há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Vaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;para seu lume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Sampa - 28/11/2011 08:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Gostou de um poema, uma crônica uma frase de um texto de humor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Por favor, cite a autoria caso use um texto meu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secos e Molhados (Ney Matogrosso) - O Vira &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9Scj99TMnMw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-161272040866784543?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/161272040866784543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/pirilampos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/161272040866784543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/161272040866784543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/pirilampos.html' title='Pirilampos...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OHv1FiB9izE/TtNoodXvRcI/AAAAAAAAFcg/Xm8thCtR_A8/s72-c/pirilampos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-3425896831848155262</id><published>2012-01-08T00:01:00.031-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:01:00.714-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivacional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>Um copo d'água e uma colher de sódio. Faz favor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0XD_TIaYh18/TuSiOqRHQGI/AAAAAAAAFjY/vTL6SbpNM3U/s1600/barcaavela.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0XD_TIaYh18/TuSiOqRHQGI/AAAAAAAAFjY/vTL6SbpNM3U/s400/barcaavela.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Basta-me um sopro de mar para eu me navegar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vida Vívida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“ Quem disse que eu sou um covarde sucumbindo ante as dificuldades? Quem disse que sou corpo feito de alimentos? A vida não é figura de cera, não é figura de gesso. Eu sou ciclone, sou furacão, sou redemoinho. Eu transformo o ambiente, como se dobrasse um arame no aspecto que eu desejo. Eu sou uno com a poderosa força que criou o universo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sou a própria energia que da atmosfera faz o relâmpago, que transformou os raios solares em arco-íris, que faz eclodir do negro solo as rubras flores, que faz explodir os vulcões e que criou o sistema solar a partir da nebulosa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que é ambiente?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que é destino?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na hora exata, quando eu quiser, eu me liberto do mais triste destino como o peixe que se esgueira pelas fendas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou ferro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou argila.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou energia viva.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não sou matéria inerte moldado pela situação ou pelo destino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sou como o ar:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quanto mais comprido fôr, mais força manifesto, tal como a bomba explode a rocha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sou vida que, no momento certo rompe impetuosamente a situação ou destino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou também como a água:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nenhuma barreira poderá represar-me e impedir que me torne grande oceano.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se barrarem minha passagem colocando grandes pedras no meu leito, converter-me-ei em torrente, cachoeira, e saltarei impetuosamente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se me fecharem todas as saídas, eu me infiltrarei no subsolo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Permanecerei oculto por algum tempo, mas não tardarei a reaparecer. em breve estarei jorrando através das fontes cristalinas, para saciar deliciosamente a sede dos transeuntes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se me impedirem também de penetrar no subsolo eu me transformarei em vapor, formarei nuvens e cobrirei o céu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E, chegando a hora, atrairei furacão, provocarei relâmpagos e trovões, desabarei torrencialmente, inundarei e romperei quaisquer diques e serei finalmente um grande oceano “ !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Masaharu Taniguchi (Seicho-No-Ie)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Faz favor!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0XD_TIaYh18/TuSiOqRHQGI/AAAAAAAAFjY/vTL6SbpNM3U/s72-c/barcaavela.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-4468543495326444279</id><published>2012-01-07T00:01:00.019-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:01:00.780-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parábola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'>Eu procuro alguém que prefira ser feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UE0W22bfRn0/TuSTAiPF11I/AAAAAAAAFjI/EbW-DRZPO9g/s1600/espermas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UE0W22bfRn0/TuSTAiPF11I/AAAAAAAAFjI/EbW-DRZPO9g/s400/espermas.jpg" width="396" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Eu procuro alguém que prefira ser feliz, pois razão... Razão eu tenho sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;?:0)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Sampa - 11/12/2011 09:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oito da noite numa avenida movimentada. O casal já esta atrasado para jantar na casa de alguns amigos. O endereço é novo, assim como o caminho, que ela conferiu no mapa antes de sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele dirige o carro. Ela o orienta e pede para que vire na próxima rua à esquerda. Ele tem certeza de que é à direita. Discutem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebendo que além de atrasados, poderão ficar mal humorados, ela deixa que ele decida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele vira a direita e percebe que estava errado. Ainda com dificuldade, ele admite que insistiu no caminho errado, enquanto faz o retorno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sorri e diz que não há problema algum em chegar alguns minutos mais tarde. Mas ele ainda quer saber: "Se você tinha tanta certeza de que eu estava tomando o caminho errado, deveria insistir um pouco mais".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ela diz: "Entre ter razão e ser feliz, prefiro ser feliz. Estávamos a beira de uma briga, se eu insistisse mais, teríamos estragado a noite".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL DA HISTÓRIA: &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa pequena estória foi contada por uma empresária durante uma palestra sobre simplicidade no mundo do trabalho. Ela usou a cena para ilustrar quanta energia nós gastamos apenas para demonstrar que temos razão, independente de tê-la ou não. Desde que ouvi esta história, tenho me perguntado com mais freqüência: "Quero ser feliz ou ter razão?" Pense nisso e seja feliz. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recebi por email do Lukhas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;" É através da distância que se mede o vínculo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Lukhas Stein&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARALELAS - Belchior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JlbXfAZPD3o" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-4468543495326444279?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/4468543495326444279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-procuro-alguem-que-prefira-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4468543495326444279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4468543495326444279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-procuro-alguem-que-prefira-ser-feliz.html' title='Eu procuro alguém que prefira ser feliz...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UE0W22bfRn0/TuSTAiPF11I/AAAAAAAAFjI/EbW-DRZPO9g/s72-c/espermas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-6140503502996113716</id><published>2012-01-06T00:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T00:01:00.728-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. 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font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caçador De Mim - 14 BIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XZF85AvW4YI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caçador de Mim - Milton Nascimento&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k99XjmuOUPY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-6140503502996113716?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/6140503502996113716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/cacador-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6140503502996113716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6140503502996113716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/cacador-de-mim.html' title='Caçador de Mim'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4DuplWxOoA/TtuMFInuKdI/AAAAAAAAFhY/Yiuxxk4IAiQ/s72-c/42-18115549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-8871011000652307358</id><published>2012-01-05T00:01:00.021-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:01:00.783-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscências'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Jovem Guarda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relicário'/><title type='text'>"Liberdade é uma calça velha...azul e desbotada!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; 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Naquela época, as roupas acompanhavam nosso crescimento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Tinham que durar muito... Levou dez anos para o azul marinho ficar índigo blue! Mas um dia ficou!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bateu uma saudade ao ver o vídeo. E aí? Bateu saudades em você também?  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;US TOP Comercial de 1976 Liberdade é uma calça velha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yEGIRPzXoL8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ROBERTO CARLOS - Amante à moda antiga &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Enbdr2HV28c" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-8871011000652307358?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/8871011000652307358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/liberdade-e-uma-calca-velhaazul-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8871011000652307358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8871011000652307358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/liberdade-e-uma-calca-velhaazul-e.html' title='&quot;Liberdade é uma calça velha...azul e desbotada!&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e68ngM8uxnA/TuNPAE564_I/AAAAAAAAFiw/SHPYZLXIZks/s72-c/cal%25C3%25A7a+jeans.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-7026230973463852543</id><published>2012-01-04T05:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T05:30:00.855-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>"Eu vou batê pa tu, pa tu batê pa tua patota!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Essas são pa minha patota!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Em um minuto posso mudar minha atitude, e nesse minuto posso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mudar todo o meu dia."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Spencer Johnson)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dorival Caymmi - Nem eu (1952)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ab7V0bQaPho" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elizeth Cardoso - Barracão de zinco (1968)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VnAN1H6-MeQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nélson Gonçalves - Ave Maria no morro (1950) música de Herivelto Martins &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_RMCr05wgIc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lupicínio Rodrigues - Nervos de Aço &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MByVS9mhvzU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ronnie Von - A praça (1967) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fml9desBc8s" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-7026230973463852543?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/7026230973463852543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-vou-bate-pa-tu-pa-tu-bate-pa-tua.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7026230973463852543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7026230973463852543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-vou-bate-pa-tu-pa-tu-bate-pa-tua.html' title='&quot;Eu vou batê pa tu, pa tu batê pa tua patota!&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ab7V0bQaPho/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-7514010351692094240</id><published>2012-01-04T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:01:00.469-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parábola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>A natureza das coisas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkuWihKlJ1s/TtYBJl-aUfI/AAAAAAAAFeI/9TeZPcQA2IU/s1600/monge+escorpiao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkuWihKlJ1s/TtYBJl-aUfI/AAAAAAAAFeI/9TeZPcQA2IU/s400/monge+escorpiao.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Um monge e seus discípulos iam por uma estrada e, quando passavam numa ponte, viram um escorpião sendo arrastado pelas águas. O monge correu na margem do rio, meteu-se na água e pôs o bichinho na mão. Quando o trazia para fora, o escorpião picou-o e, devido à dor, o bom homem deixou-o cair novamente no rio. Foi, então, à margem novamente, pegou um ramo de árvore, adiantou-se outra vez a correr na margem, entrou no rio, retirou o escorpião e o salvou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O frade voltou e juntou-se aos discípulos na estrada. Eles haviam assistido à cena e o receberam perplexos e penalizados:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;— Mestre, deve estar doendo muito! Por que salvou esse bicho ruim e venenoso? Que se afogasse! Seria um a menos! Veja como respondeu à sua ajuda! Picou a mão que o salvou! Não merecia sua compaixão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O monge ouviu tranqüilamente os comentários e respondeu-lhes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;— Ele agiu conforme sua natureza e eu de acordo com a minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esta parábola nos faz refletir sobre a forma de melhor compreender e aceitar as pessoas com quem nos relacionamos. Não podemos e nem temos o direito de mudar o outro, mas podemos melhorar nossas próprias reações e atitudes, sabendo que cada um dá o que tem e o que pode. Devemos fazer nossa parte com muito amor e respeito ao próximo. Cada qual conforme sua NATUREZA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desconheço a autoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Barão Vermelho e Cazuza - Pro dia Nascer Feliz &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9K9YKFCU2yg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-7514010351692094240?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/7514010351692094240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/natureza-das-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7514010351692094240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7514010351692094240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/natureza-das-coisas.html' title='A natureza das coisas....'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkuWihKlJ1s/TtYBJl-aUfI/AAAAAAAAFeI/9TeZPcQA2IU/s72-c/monge+escorpiao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-2973913776297891695</id><published>2012-01-03T00:01:00.026-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:01:01.458-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Internacional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia do Leitor'/><title type='text'>"Amigo não vai embora, chega, fica."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rP8j7zPBT84/TuG70lGoE7I/AAAAAAAAFiY/HUpk7BxgFcE/s1600/cao+bravo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rP8j7zPBT84/TuG70lGoE7I/AAAAAAAAFiY/HUpk7BxgFcE/s1600/cao+bravo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MessagingContentWrapper" id="MessagingContentWrapper"&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="MessagingReadViewMainContent lfloat" data-gt="{&amp;quot;engagement&amp;quot;:{&amp;quot;eng_type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;1&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;eng_src&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;17&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;eng_tid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;eng_data&amp;quot;:[]}}" id="MessagingMainContent"&gt;&lt;div class="mbm" id="MessagingScroller" style="height: 466px;"&gt;&lt;div id="MessagingMessages"&gt;&lt;ul class="uiList"&gt;&lt;li class="MessagingMessage uiListItem uiListLight uiListVerticalItemBorder "&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix main"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100001842537974" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001842537974"&gt;Otavio Patuço&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul class="uiList body contentListWidth"&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.211768932232387"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMIGO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amigo não exige ,ama,&lt;br /&gt;Não faz perguntas, explica,&lt;br /&gt;Provoca o sorriso, emociona,&lt;br /&gt;Não vai embora, chega, fica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é companhia da alma,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que busca, guarda e traz...&lt;br /&gt;Esperança, paz e  calma;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende , ensina e faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo tem  a  paciência da espera , &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um abraço e aperto de mãos,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o  amor  se resume e  supera&lt;br /&gt;Até pactos firmados entre  irmãos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo aceita, liberta, não aprisiona,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtrai desapego,multiplica solução,&lt;br /&gt;Ama, ama , perdoa e  adiciona ... &lt;br /&gt;E soma  tolerância com perdão .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é a maior grandeza da vida,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconselha, só acerta e não erra...&lt;br /&gt;Chora na chegada, sorri na despedida,&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é um anjo da guarda na terra .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi esse poema para &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os meus amigos,espero que aceite&lt;br /&gt;e goste.Até as próximas nuvens!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001842537974" style="color: blue;"&gt;Otavio Patuço&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amigos para siempre - Andre Rieu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-o6zyvSx0j8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/5725562857165532885-2973913776297891695?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/2973913776297891695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/amigo-nao-vai-embora-chega-fica.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2973913776297891695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2973913776297891695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/amigo-nao-vai-embora-chega-fica.html' title='&quot;Amigo não vai embora, chega, fica.&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rP8j7zPBT84/TuG70lGoE7I/AAAAAAAAFiY/HUpk7BxgFcE/s72-c/cao+bravo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-6143104095772827623</id><published>2012-01-02T00:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:51:55.752-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurare - Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartum'/><title type='text'>Mundo cão 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHJmEhBg7XQ/TwEX5W9FPMI/AAAAAAAAFu8/8U5bdKsqoYM/s1600/Mundo+C%25C3%25A3o+n+2+-+carloskurare.blogspot.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="370" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHJmEhBg7XQ/TwEX5W9FPMI/AAAAAAAAFu8/8U5bdKsqoYM/s400/Mundo+C%25C3%25A3o+n+2+-+carloskurare.blogspot.com.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Clique na imagem para ampliá-la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Para o amor não há tamanho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Sinto muito, mas minha vagina discorda veementemente da sua opinião!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O texto é meu, mas a foto peguei na net&amp;nbsp; Infelizmente não sei quem fotografou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre quis fazer cartuns, mas o fato de não ter mão desestimulou-me.&lt;br /&gt;Se você gostou do cartum avise-me, que posto mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como recebi um pedido, e para mim que sobrevivo com pouco, um é muito! Taí mais um cartum (no futuro, talvez eu os desenhe). &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/5725562857165532885-6143104095772827623?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/6143104095772827623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/mundo-cao-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6143104095772827623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6143104095772827623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/mundo-cao-2.html' title='Mundo cão 2'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHJmEhBg7XQ/TwEX5W9FPMI/AAAAAAAAFu8/8U5bdKsqoYM/s72-c/Mundo+C%25C3%25A3o+n+2+-+carloskurare.blogspot.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-8428559889009717421</id><published>2012-01-02T00:01:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:01:01.022-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor Vídeo'/><title type='text'>Rir é o melhor remédio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-590siZuUMCg/TuG4Ek0UKQI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/rhzI8HzrIhs/s1600/relacionamentos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-590siZuUMCg/TuG4Ek0UKQI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/rhzI8HzrIhs/s400/relacionamentos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Eu não sei você, mas eu quero começar o ano com um sorriso nos lábios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Dança do Pintinho Piu&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tIYqMPd-eb4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi primeiro no &lt;a href="http://www.formigadiabetica.com/2011/12/pintinho-piu-dancando.html"&gt;Formiga Diabética&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-8428559889009717421?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/8428559889009717421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/rir-e-o-melhor-remedio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8428559889009717421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8428559889009717421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/rir-e-o-melhor-remedio.html' title='Rir é o melhor remédio!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-590siZuUMCg/TuG4Ek0UKQI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/rhzI8HzrIhs/s72-c/relacionamentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-7194879839623032772</id><published>2012-01-01T19:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:08:24.464-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kurare - Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartum'/><title type='text'>Vida de cão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3a28YGso_Y/TwDGbYNBATI/AAAAAAAAFuo/i-mUcr0O4uw/s1600/o+que+o+faz+pensar+que+pode+me+vencer.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3a28YGso_Y/TwDGbYNBATI/AAAAAAAAFuo/i-mUcr0O4uw/s640/o+que+o+faz+pensar+que+pode+me+vencer.JPG" width="560" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O texto é meu, mas a foto peguei na net - Kurare&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O que o faz pensar que pode me vencer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; O veneno que pus em sua comida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre quis fazer cartuns, mas o fato de não ter mão me desestimulou. Se você gostou do cartum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;me avise que posto os outros que criei hoje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ritchie - Menina Veneno&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-8BNS6py6Cg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-7194879839623032772?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/7194879839623032772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/vida-de-cao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7194879839623032772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7194879839623032772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/vida-de-cao.html' title='Vida de cão...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3a28YGso_Y/TwDGbYNBATI/AAAAAAAAFuo/i-mUcr0O4uw/s72-c/o+que+o+faz+pensar+que+pode+me+vencer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-4869266790340341385</id><published>2012-01-01T00:03:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:48:22.292-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Internacional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Clássica'/><title type='text'>"Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto de sua vida!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQIlR7ACe6M/TvjG7mio0II/AAAAAAAAFr4/rfemEE1eaBs/s1600/bebe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQIlR7ACe6M/TvjG7mio0II/AAAAAAAAFr4/rfemEE1eaBs/s1600/bebe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto de sua vida!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faça valer a pena!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bNi-hNo3mQ/Tv_JN9B3cyI/AAAAAAAAFuE/7_Fctoha5Ts/s1600/3094liberdade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--bNi-hNo3mQ/Tv_JN9B3cyI/AAAAAAAAFuE/7_Fctoha5Ts/s320/3094liberdade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"A princípio é simples, anda-se sozinho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;passa-se nas ruas bem devagarinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;está-se bem no silêncio e no borborinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;bebe-se as certezas num copo de vinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;e vem-nos à memória uma frase batida:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da tua vida!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sergio Godinho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sérgio Godinho - O Primeiro Dia - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aj7rPPMiDSo" target="_blank"&gt;Letra aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Aj7rPPMiDSo" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Danielle Licari - Concerto pour une voix&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hTK9r6htCPE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somewhere Over the Rainbow- Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwoʻole's &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Gz1RHWRVKZ8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-4869266790340341385?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/4869266790340341385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoje-e-o-primeiro-dia-do-resto-de-sua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4869266790340341385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4869266790340341385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoje-e-o-primeiro-dia-do-resto-de-sua.html' title='&quot;Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto de sua vida!&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQIlR7ACe6M/TvjG7mio0II/AAAAAAAAFr4/rfemEE1eaBs/s72-c/bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-8569717159883295780</id><published>2011-12-31T00:01:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:01:00.805-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>É estranho... mas há os que se sentem sós, mesmo quando estão cercados de várias pessoas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFzKQZy9DvI/TuXoew6vYSI/AAAAAAAAFjo/z46KVzci5u8/s1600/222+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFzKQZy9DvI/TuXoew6vYSI/AAAAAAAAFjo/z46KVzci5u8/s400/222+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uluru - Austrália&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1838408787"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1838408788"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Às vezes me vejo ilha, ilhado num oceano de terra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Sampa - 12/12/2011 09:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hermes Aquino - Nuvem Passageira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PtOXZkaduvY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uluru&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Uluru (também Ayers Rock ou a Rocha) é uma enorme formação rochosa situada ao Norte da área central da Austrália, no Parque Nacional de Uluru-Kata Tjuta perto da pequena cidade de Yulara, 400 km sudoeste de Alice Springs - latitude 25°20'40.54" S 131° 02'07.25" E. É o segundo maior monolito do mundo (depois de Monte Augustus, também na Austrália), mais de 318 metros (986 ft) de altura e 8 km (5 milhas) de circunferência. Também se estende 2,5 km (1.5 milhas) de profundidade no solo. Foi descrito pelo explorador Ernst Giles em 1872 como "o seixo notável." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uluru"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uluru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&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/5725562857165532885-8569717159883295780?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/8569717159883295780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-estranho-mas-ha-os-que-se-sentem-sos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8569717159883295780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8569717159883295780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-estranho-mas-ha-os-que-se-sentem-sos.html' title='É estranho... mas há os que se sentem sós, mesmo quando estão cercados de várias pessoas.'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SFzKQZy9DvI/TuXoew6vYSI/AAAAAAAAFjo/z46KVzci5u8/s72-c/222+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-2533613431969560294</id><published>2011-12-31T00:01:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:01:02.785-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Data Comemorativa'/><title type='text'>Feliz ano novo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JUW4wq8ve4E/TtYWicKHI3I/AAAAAAAAFfI/gS0aN4q_0Ic/s1600/mafalda+ano+novo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JUW4wq8ve4E/TtYWicKHI3I/AAAAAAAAFfI/gS0aN4q_0Ic/s640/mafalda+ano+novo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Obrigado pela sua companhia em 2011! Desejo encontrar você aqui em 2012!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Fique bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somewhere Over the Rainbow- Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwoʻole's &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Gz1RHWRVKZ8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-2533613431969560294?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/2533613431969560294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2533613431969560294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2533613431969560294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz ano novo!!!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JUW4wq8ve4E/TtYWicKHI3I/AAAAAAAAFfI/gS0aN4q_0Ic/s72-c/mafalda+ano+novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-6541501287725353474</id><published>2011-12-30T00:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:34:14.359-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anti-estresse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Instrumental'/><title type='text'>Partículas de emoção...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnR41kxVEpo/Tv0w-zdK-_I/AAAAAAAAFs0/4gU-PY54WSs/s1600/lady_vanishes143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnR41kxVEpo/Tv0w-zdK-_I/AAAAAAAAFs0/4gU-PY54WSs/s400/lady_vanishes143.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dançar é como tocar uma sinfonia com os pés!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É puro monvimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Partículas de dança - Reflection&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-bdKMT1znJ0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-6541501287725353474?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/6541501287725353474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/particulas-de-emocao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6541501287725353474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6541501287725353474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/particulas-de-emocao.html' title='Partículas de emoção...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnR41kxVEpo/Tv0w-zdK-_I/AAAAAAAAFs0/4gU-PY54WSs/s72-c/lady_vanishes143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-8870030684391666591</id><published>2011-12-29T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:01:01.356-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'>O que me preocupa na modernidade não são os jovens sem limites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oB1CgQF-OEk/TvhSNlPl9bI/AAAAAAAAFrs/_FOWTm8VBKc/s1600/mae-rica-e-mae-pobre-44647-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oB1CgQF-OEk/TvhSNlPl9bI/AAAAAAAAFrs/_FOWTm8VBKc/s1600/mae-rica-e-mae-pobre-44647-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;O que me preocupa na modernidade não são os jovens sem limites,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mas sim, os pais desregrados que os criam!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Confundir liberdade com libertinagem gera o círculo vicioso da permissividade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sampa - 25/10/2011 21:06&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isso me cheira a círculo vicioso da permissividade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Pais de hoje educam os filhos para o trabalho, mas não para o amor"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rosa Avello&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pais de hoje educam os filhos para o trabalho, mas não para o amor&lt;br /&gt;Eles fazem tudo que podem para mostrar aos jovens o quanto é importante desenvolver uma carreira, mas se esquecem de ensinar-lhes como lidar com os relacionamentos afetivos. O resultado é a formação de adultos bem-sucedidos profissionalmente e incompetentes no âmbito amoroso, pessoas que sofrem solitárias ou fazem sofrer quem com elas se relaciona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma amiga queixou-se que o filho rejeita o vínculo afetivo duradouro. Aos 32 anos, acha que o amor é hipocrisia. Lembrei-me, então, de como ela e o ex-marido sempre proporcionaram a esse rapaz conforto e luxo, conseguidos graças à dedicação de ambos ao trabalho. Depois de separados, persistiram na missão de servir de exemplo ao filho, mostrando orgulho pela carreira construída e pelos ganhos financeiros. Essas lembranças me levara a refletir sobre as mensagens hoje transmitidas aos jovens sobre carreiras e relações afetivas. Que diferença!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pais como minha amiga e o ex-marido educam os filhos para admirar e valorizar a carreira. Mas quase não vejo pais que os eduquem de modo a ver a relação amorosa como um patrimônio que deva ser cuidado para que dele tenham orgulho no fim da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noto pais sacrificando para dar aos filhos exemplo de profissionalismo. Mas não vejo casais cultivando uma relação gostosa e consistente que sirva de exemplo para os filhos. Conheço pais que não medem esforços para que os filhos aprendam a comunicar-se em outros idiomas. Nunca encontrei pais que procurassem incentivar seus rebentos a comunicar-se sem mentiras e manipulações. Ouço pais e mães citando gurus corporativos para inculcar nos filhos a atitude de vestir a camisa da empresa. Mas não conheci pais e mães que se esforçassem para ensinar-lhes a serem cônjuges fiéis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe muita dedicação na aquisição de competências profissionais e pouca na de competências para a vida amorosa. As pessoas acreditam que nasceram sabendo como se relacionar afetivamente. Mas cresce o número de relações sem harmonia e dignidade, de pessoas incompetentes afetivamente, que geram sofrimento em quem se envolve com elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respeito e compromisso aparecem no discurso da maioria, mas não nas atitudes. Cansei de ouvir relatos de rapazes que conhecem moças na balada e as levam para casa, para uma noite de prazer. De madrugada, elas vão embora - e eles voltam a dormir, despreocupadamente, a despeito dos perigos da cidade. Não há sensibilidade e respeito da parte deles, e elas não se fazem respeitar nesta questão. Ligar no dia seguinte para agradecer pelos momentos passados juntos, então, nem pensar! São descartáveis uns para os outros. Compromisso é um conceito que parece referir-se a casamento apenas e não ao cuidado que devemos ter com alguém com quem estivemos envolvidos, ainda que por pouco tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As moças dizem que os rapazes somem de repente. Não ligam, não atendem às chamadas, não dão notícias. Por e-mail a desculpa é sempre a mesma: "Estou atolado de trabalho!" Descobre-se depois que saem com outras. Isso é falta do quê? Educação? Respeito? Caráter? Ora, se alguém some do trabalho sem dar motivo é demitido por justa causa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me entenda mal, leitor. Não coloco o trabalho em oposição à relação amorosa. Creio que ambos são imprescindíveis para o equilíbrio e a saúde mental. Creio também que é infeliz quem busca realização em um ou em outro apenas. Meu alerta é no sentido de conscientizar e sensibilizar. Se o cuidado na educação para as relações amorosas fosse igual ao que se dá à formação profissional não haveria tanta gente sozinha, infeliz ou vivendo relações insanas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa Avello*, psicoterapeuta na capital paulista, é especialista em sexualidade humana pelo Instituto Sedes Sapientiae, em psicodinâmica aplicada aos negócios pelo Grupo Dirigido (GD) e na aplicação do MBTI (instrumento de identificação dos perfis psicológicos) pelo Instituto Felipelli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth carvalho - O meu guri - música de Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yCF_xCBAURQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Por favor, ao usar uma de minhas frases cite-me como autor. Infelizmente tenho visto muitas de minhas frases em outros blogs e sites, sem autoria ou pior: com autoria falsa. Obrigado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-8870030684391666591?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/8870030684391666591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-que-me-preocupa-na-modernidade-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8870030684391666591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8870030684391666591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-que-me-preocupa-na-modernidade-nao.html' title='O que me preocupa na modernidade não são os jovens sem limites...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oB1CgQF-OEk/TvhSNlPl9bI/AAAAAAAAFrs/_FOWTm8VBKc/s72-c/mae-rica-e-mae-pobre-44647-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-3201695255249908691</id><published>2011-12-28T00:01:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:03:00.550-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Popular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare: Poema/Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Jovem Guarda'/><title type='text'>VerDE Novo: Quero afeto alvejando o meu quintal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/TTUxgGZMlAI/AAAAAAAAEOU/yIxQXpzLO6k/s1600/229709post_foto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/TTUxgGZMlAI/AAAAAAAAEOU/yIxQXpzLO6k/s400/229709post_foto.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Você vai&amp;nbsp; me perdoar... mas eu gosto da foto acima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; e quero voltar a vê-la da janela lá de casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;porque deu sodade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/TTU1kq9i4MI/AAAAAAAAEOY/XcOrjVszahg/s1600/luto58961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/TTU1kq9i4MI/AAAAAAAAEOY/XcOrjVszahg/s320/luto58961.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Deu saudade de um tempo onde parecia que pessoas viviam com pessoas, parecia que não havia esse egoísmo no ar. Parecia que dividíamos o pão pelo simples fato de termos pão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Estou só&amp;nbsp; num mundo de solitários, não quero aparências, pois já as reconheço! Quero abraços... Abraçados e apertados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Quero afeto alvejando o meu quintal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;cueca e calcinha balançando no Varal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Sampa - 18/1/2011 04:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ai Deu Sodade!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/U8RcdibqVIk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/U8RcdibqVIk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERASMO CARLOS - SENTADO À BEIRA DO CAMINHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q7jeJfIh7Mw" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;alvejar:(alvo+ejar) vtd 1 Tornar alvo ou branco: Alvejar o açúcar. vtd  3 Branquejar, mostrar-se alvo: O algodoal alvejava. vint 4 Alvorecer, despontar: Eis que já alveja a manhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Postagem feita originalmente em 04/02/11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-3201695255249908691?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/3201695255249908691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/verde-novo-quero-afeto-alvejando-o-meu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3201695255249908691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3201695255249908691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/verde-novo-quero-afeto-alvejando-o-meu.html' title='VerDE Novo: Quero afeto alvejando o meu quintal...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/TTUxgGZMlAI/AAAAAAAAEOU/yIxQXpzLO6k/s72-c/229709post_foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-2277744541099803959</id><published>2011-12-28T00:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:00:03.886-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saúde'/><title type='text'>É rápido e indolor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcqZKk_Kocg/Tvo_gmFCaiI/AAAAAAAAFso/vK49BeaX4mA/s1600/sexygaara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcqZKk_Kocg/Tvo_gmFCaiI/AAAAAAAAFso/vK49BeaX4mA/s400/sexygaara.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Por favor, leia a matéria e, se julgar correto, assine a petição.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;É rápido e indolor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obrigado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rvdYlRA_Y0A/Tvo9z_MbBmI/AAAAAAAAFsc/EENdGy5BOJ4/s400/banner-novos-medicamentos663x228.gif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.peticaopublica.com.br/PeticaoListaSignatarios.aspx?pi=Priscila&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peticaopublica.com.br/PeticaoListaSignatarios.aspx?pi=Priscila" style="background-color: yellow; color: red;" target="_blank"&gt;Clique aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; color: red;"&gt; para ler o texto e assinar a petição que beneficiará gente que sofre de dores e precisa de remédios para amenizá-las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peticaopublica.com.br/PeticaoListaSignatarios.aspx?pi=Priscila"&gt;http://www.peticaopublica.com.br/PeticaoListaSignatarios.aspx?pi=Priscila&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-2277744541099803959?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/2277744541099803959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-rapido-e-indolor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2277744541099803959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2277744541099803959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-rapido-e-indolor.html' title='É rápido e indolor!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xcqZKk_Kocg/Tvo_gmFCaiI/AAAAAAAAFso/vK49BeaX4mA/s72-c/sexygaara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-2460719738598901576</id><published>2011-12-27T00:01:00.029-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:01:01.035-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare: Texto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Internacional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'>Uma coisa é uma coisa! Outra coisa é outra coisa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQsWk56IHtA/TvjKWdKL7iI/AAAAAAAAFsE/TumTLQYKVd8/s1600/Coisa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQsWk56IHtA/TvjKWdKL7iI/AAAAAAAAFsE/TumTLQYKVd8/s400/Coisa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Coisa - Quarteto Fantástico&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amo meus amigos pelo que são, e não pelo que serão!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sugerir pequenas mudanças é uma coisa, mas cobrar mudanças... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Penso que onde há cobranças numa relação de amor ou de amizade é por que antes houve miopia ao ver-se o ser amado ou o amigo, pois o que cobra não enxergou adequadamente o outro, apenas o projetou.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor e amizade precisam de aceitação! Onde há aceitação, a cobrança não se faz presente! Na relação que há cobrança é por que um dos parceiros está a tentar mudar o outro. Ele quer que o outro se adéqüe ao que ele projeta. Isso é em muitos casos o prenúncio do fim.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Podemos encontrar a amizade... o amor! Podemos até sugerir mudanças aos entes queridos, mas não podemos cobrá-las.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mudanças são fundamentais na vida de todos, temos que mudar constantemente! Só “múmias paralíticas” não mudam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu mudo de idéias, mudo de lugares, mudo de colegas, mas procuro manter certas coisas imutáveis, meus amigos por exemplo. Preocupo-me com eles e dou sugestões para mudanças, se as fazem fico feliz, se não as fazem procuro não me martirizar, pois são meus amigos e os amo e respeito pelo que são, e não pelo que serão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sampa - 05/12/2011 23:18 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah... Amália!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi Deus - Amalia Rodrigues&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5HC7UDLmAnM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-2460719738598901576?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/2460719738598901576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/uma-coisa-e-uma-coisa-outra-coisa-e.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2460719738598901576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2460719738598901576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/uma-coisa-e-uma-coisa-outra-coisa-e.html' title='Uma coisa é uma coisa! Outra coisa é outra coisa!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQsWk56IHtA/TvjKWdKL7iI/AAAAAAAAFsE/TumTLQYKVd8/s72-c/Coisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-2333085475072928089</id><published>2011-12-26T00:01:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T01:07:55.316-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Internacional'/><title type='text'>Em algum lugar no fim do arco-íris há um pote de ouro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5NL5y_FRoFI/Tvfk-EAgoeI/AAAAAAAAFrU/eRslOsNmMNs/s1600/arcoiris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5NL5y_FRoFI/Tvfk-EAgoeI/AAAAAAAAFrU/eRslOsNmMNs/s400/arcoiris.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dizem que isso é história, eu digo que é História!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Não! Ainda não vi nenhum pote de ouro, mas também não vi mais que uns 4 arco-íris nos últimos dez anos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; E você, quantos arco-íris viu nos últimos anos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ps.: Não vale os que viu depois de ter lambido sapo, comido cogumelo amarelo ou lambido selo de carta antigo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somewhere Over the Rainbow Andre Rieu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J4wKIYBuNhY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-2333085475072928089?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/2333085475072928089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/em-algum-lugar-no-fim-do-arco-iris-ha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2333085475072928089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2333085475072928089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/em-algum-lugar-no-fim-do-arco-iris-ha.html' title='Em algum lugar no fim do arco-íris há um pote de ouro...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5NL5y_FRoFI/Tvfk-EAgoeI/AAAAAAAAFrU/eRslOsNmMNs/s72-c/arcoiris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-2842540062616772358</id><published>2011-12-25T00:00:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T20:16:28.157-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Data Comemorativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Internacional'/><title type='text'>Feliz natal pra todos... Feliz natal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUJ24rcaXgA/TvYtDWGIunI/AAAAAAAAFqA/uO8UbSARVs8/s1600/os+verdadeiros+eu+nconto+no+dedo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUJ24rcaXgA/TvYtDWGIunI/AAAAAAAAFqA/uO8UbSARVs8/s400/os+verdadeiros+eu+nconto+no+dedo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desejo-lhe a mesma felicidade que certamente terei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; hoje: a de passar o Natal&amp;nbsp; ao lado da pessoa que esteve &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mais &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;presente na minha vida,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;nos bons e maus momentos!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quer saber qual foi a pessoa mais presente na minha vida?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ScoFvYIGvHM/TveglByKv0I/AAAAAAAAFqk/LKt-s6KXHYg/s1600/EU.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;Clique aqui!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elvis Pesley e Martina McBride - Blue Christmas &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qkFFU5kG-hc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Não me lembro do natal do ano passado... me deu neve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandeira do divino - Ivan Lins, Zizi Possi, Simone e Vercilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LxByBbuNai8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Está música cantei muito com meus filhos quando eram pequenos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; Dica da Regina que, infelizmente por ter língua presa, não canta muito bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;?:o)&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/5725562857165532885-2842540062616772358?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/2842540062616772358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal-pra-todos-feliz-natal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2842540062616772358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/2842540062616772358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal-pra-todos-feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz natal pra todos... Feliz natal!!!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUJ24rcaXgA/TvYtDWGIunI/AAAAAAAAFqA/uO8UbSARVs8/s72-c/os+verdadeiros+eu+nconto+no+dedo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-5429355657307009770</id><published>2011-12-24T00:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:08:25.465-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animação/Desenho'/><title type='text'>Quem são realmente nossos amigos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OTlILVc4EGY/TtYCrr8t-vI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/xJI7v5RPHxg/s1600/nunca-desista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OTlILVc4EGY/TtYCrr8t-vI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/xJI7v5RPHxg/s320/nunca-desista.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Nossos amigos não são os que aparecem no nosso funeral, nossos verdadeiros amigos... são os que aparecem para impedir a nossa morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Carlos Kurare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Por favor, ao usar uma de minhas frases, faça a gentileza de citar-me como autor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt; Obrigado pelo carinho!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mary and Max - Animação - "Amigo é coisa pra se guardar!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YdNlaPwrZ1U" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vídeo dica da Vilma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-5429355657307009770?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/5429355657307009770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/mary-and-max.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/5429355657307009770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/5429355657307009770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/mary-and-max.html' title='Quem são realmente nossos amigos?'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OTlILVc4EGY/TtYCrr8t-vI/AAAAAAAAFeQ/xJI7v5RPHxg/s72-c/nunca-desista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-790922843280245233</id><published>2011-12-23T15:31:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:52:52.285-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Além da Imaginação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Data Comemorativa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Data Especial'/><title type='text'>Tic tac... tic tac... tic tac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlUFTCw66SU/TvSo8M5uHoI/AAAAAAAAFnA/LsqM9t1zvVE/s1600/meio+milhao.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlUFTCw66SU/TvSo8M5uHoI/AAAAAAAAFnA/LsqM9t1zvVE/s400/meio+milhao.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje o meu Blog atingiu &lt;b&gt;Meio-Milhão&lt;/b&gt; de visitas!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Para alguém como eu, que muitas vezes tem dificuldades para andar... até que fui bem longe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOb3Es2RisM/TvS_3EosrBI/AAAAAAAAFos/_WbcDLclVXk/s1600/500010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOb3Es2RisM/TvS_3EosrBI/AAAAAAAAFos/_WbcDLclVXk/s400/500010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Obrigado por sua visita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;volte sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;?:o)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIn9Sli265U/TvSqXNgvQyI/AAAAAAAAFnM/NJNF5Y0kGJ8/s1600/foto+3x4+467x516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIn9Sli265U/TvSqXNgvQyI/AAAAAAAAFnM/NJNF5Y0kGJ8/s320/foto+3x4+467x516.JPG" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ei! Que tal chegarmos a um milhão juntos?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um grande abraço!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queen - We are the Champions -Legendado em português&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Snm7qzMsg-Q" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Dados das visitas referente ao período de julho de 2010 a dezembro de 2011. Informação fornecida pelo Blogger empresa do grupo Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-790922843280245233?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/790922843280245233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/790922843280245233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/790922843280245233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/tic-tac-tic-tac-tic-tac.html' title='Tic tac... tic tac... tic tac!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UlUFTCw66SU/TvSo8M5uHoI/AAAAAAAAFnA/LsqM9t1zvVE/s72-c/meio+milhao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-7434581510837269039</id><published>2011-12-23T14:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:18:15.371-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meio-milhão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjFqJxqCxHM/TvSwivgMq_I/AAAAAAAAFoU/8lwoJxr648g/s1600/print-screen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjFqJxqCxHM/TvSwivgMq_I/AAAAAAAAFoU/8lwoJxr648g/s1600/print-screen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora faltam menos de 10 visitas para o visitante de número 500.000! Se for você esse visitante ou seu número mais se aproximar dele, por favor, faça um print screen da página e envie-me-a! Para tirar uma cópia da página, faz assim: clique no botão PrtScn do seu teclado (ele fica à direita no alto) depois vá ao programa paint e cole essa imagem lá (basta dar um ctrl + c) .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DP_yuvH8O4o/TvSwtHEaVFI/AAAAAAAAFog/nm32353wRDw/s1600/Tecla_CTRL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DP_yuvH8O4o/TvSwtHEaVFI/AAAAAAAAFog/nm32353wRDw/s200/Tecla_CTRL.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Envie o arquivo da foto para o meu email: carloskurare@gmail.com  Obrigado pela gentileza!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5725562857165532885-7434581510837269039?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/7434581510837269039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/meio-milhao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7434581510837269039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/7434581510837269039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/meio-milhao.html' title='Meio-milhão...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjFqJxqCxHM/TvSwivgMq_I/AAAAAAAAFoU/8lwoJxr648g/s72-c/print-screen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-3238294106337810737</id><published>2011-12-23T00:01:00.150-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:19:24.338-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'>"Ê, ô ô, vida de gado, povo marcado, ê, povo feliz" Zé Ramalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LaK3gXhGiGI/TtmJquTtuBI/AAAAAAAAFgg/tPaP0eQxFyk/s1600/e+vida+de+gado+091939_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LaK3gXhGiGI/TtmJquTtuBI/AAAAAAAAFgg/tPaP0eQxFyk/s400/e+vida+de+gado+091939_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Eu não quero acordar numa cama “&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Barata&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;”, nem quero me ver num “&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Processo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;” autodestrutivo, mas se preciso for farei a “&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Revolução dos Bichos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;” e escalarei a “&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muralha da China&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;”, para estar com você num “&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Admirável mundo novo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Sampa - 3/12/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zé Ramalho-Admirável Gado Novo ( Ao Vivo ) - &lt;a href="http://www.cifraclub.com.br/ze-ramalho/admiravel-gado-novo/"&gt;letra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gQ2sQk9q-30" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-3238294106337810737?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/3238294106337810737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-o-o-vida-de-gado-povo-marcado-e-povo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3238294106337810737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3238294106337810737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-o-o-vida-de-gado-povo-marcado-e-povo.html' title='&quot;Ê, ô ô, vida de gado, povo marcado, ê, povo feliz&quot; Zé Ramalho'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LaK3gXhGiGI/TtmJquTtuBI/AAAAAAAAFgg/tPaP0eQxFyk/s72-c/e+vida+de+gado+091939_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-6146616965635105287</id><published>2011-12-22T00:01:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:01:00.299-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare: Poema/Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>VERde Novo: Quero olhos de olhar, e de ver estrelas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/TQxCjSZs7OI/AAAAAAAAEBg/JPe29Z5qdyg/s1600/kidangel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/TQxCjSZs7OI/AAAAAAAAEBg/JPe29Z5qdyg/s400/kidangel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/TQxBaqq3eOI/AAAAAAAAEBc/5h7yyNHSmHE/s1600/Alexander+Sheversky+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/TQxBaqq3eOI/AAAAAAAAEBc/5h7yyNHSmHE/s320/Alexander+Sheversky+18.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;São 2:14h de uma madrugada insólita&lt;/b&gt;, ouço gotas de chuva num compasso sonolento a fustigar um velha bacia de alumínio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Isso me fez lembra o crepitar de fogueiras antigas em terras distantes, dentro de um saco de dormir sobre relva macia e fresca. Num tempo no qual eu olhava para o céu e via miríades de estrelas salpicadas sobre o manto negro de uma noite de verão.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E numa fração de segundos, vinda do recôndito de minha mente, uma névoa de lembranças invade meu quarto, sinto um frio nostálgico e um cheiro de ausência, mesclado com aromas de distância denso ar do quarto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/TQxEtNDDeTI/AAAAAAAAEBk/H86T4nVkHn0/s1600/Sphinx_detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YM4pAS_BB2c/TQxEtNDDeTI/AAAAAAAAEBk/H86T4nVkHn0/s200/Sphinx_detail.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Com o olhar perdido na parede branca, palavras esvaem-se por entre meus dentes e lábios, num som gutural e soturno... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; 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Os desertos que atravessei" Djavan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nYGH54GP0V0/TtmFz_YPXQI/AAAAAAAAFgQ/1t146B3NecI/s1600/quebra+cabe%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nYGH54GP0V0/TtmFz_YPXQI/AAAAAAAAFgQ/1t146B3NecI/s400/quebra+cabe%25C3%25A7a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Redundância&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Eu não gosto da solidão porque ela tem o péssimo hábito de me deixar só “comigo mesmo” e só eu sei o quanto sou uma péssima companhia para mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;:0) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Sampa- 2/12/2011 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esquinas - Live - Djavan - &lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/djavan/45521/" target="_blank"&gt;letra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Oe4K5pDwy48" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;O texto a seguir foi retirado do Blog do&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://pt-br.facebook.com/renato.rossbach" style="color: #3b5998; font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" target="_TOP" title="Renato Rossbach"&gt;Renato Rossbach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Solidão...Cronica"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Por que autoconhecimento é antídoto contra solidão...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Todos nós de alguma forma já nos sentimos sozinhos. Ainda que muitos se ocupem em excesso para sequer sentir a falta da companhia de alguém, mesmo quem diz não ter tempo para se sentir sozinho, que solidão é sinal de depressão, doença, coisa para quem não tem amigos, família, com certeza já se sentiu só em alguma fase da vida, em alguma situação. Quem nunca ficou até mais tarde no trabalho apenas por não querer ir para casa? Ou saiu do trabalho e foi se encontrar com os amigos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem nunca se sentiu só após uma separação? E quem nunca entrou em casa e foi logo ligando a TV, o rádio, o computador? Por querer saber as notícias, ouvir música, receber e-mails, conectar-se com outras pessoas? Não, essas podem até serem as justificativas que a maioria diz, mas lá no fundo, o que desejam mesmo é fugir da solidão. E o que significa estar só senão estarmos em nossa própria companhia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;É, a solidão é antes de tudo a oportunidade que temos de nos confrontar com tudo que está bem dentro de nós, e assim, nos conhecer, cada dia um pouco mais. Mas para algumas pessoas, talvez a maioria, estar consigo mesmo, se conhecer, é sentido como algo doloroso, difícil, e até mesmo, insuportável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Muitos moram com outras pessoas, não porque gostam de estar com essas pessoas, mas para não se sentirem sós. Outros mantêm seus relacionamentos pelo mesmo motivo e não por sentirem amor com quem dividem a mesma casa e a mesma cama. Mas por qual motivo a solidão é tão temida, causando verdadeiro pânico, fazendo com que pessoas mantenham relacionamentos destrutivos, infelizes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Desde pequenos somos ensinados a sermos amigos de todos, a quem devemos dividir nossos brinquedos, sermos bonzinhos; na adolescência o que mais desejamos é ter muitos amigos e com isso nos sentirmos aceitos; vamos crescendo, casamos, temos filhos, e conforme o tempo vai passando, surgem as separações, perdas, decepções, e por opção ou falta dela, muitos vão continuando seus caminhos sozinhos. Mas o que fazer com aquele, que até então, era um total desconhecido? Passamos anos valorizando o que os “outros” querem, sentem, falam, e parece que se esqueceram de nos ensinar a olhar para dentro de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Aprender a ficar só traz autoconhecimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Portanto, não se culpe se você não sabe ficar só, é natural. Mas sempre é tempo de aprender. Aprender a se ouvir, se conhecer. Como é natural também sentir medo de olhar para quem você sequer foi apresentado. Como querer conhecer alguém que só ouviu críticas a respeito de si, fazendo-o sentir que tudo que faz, pensa, fala, sente, é errado? Não, não é nada fácil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A própria sociedade discrimina quem não tem tantos amigos, sendo muitas vezes taxado como anti-social. Os tímidos que o digam... como sofrem por serem mais fechados. Os extrovertidos sim, têm muitos amigos, parecem agradar a todos, e por isso são felizes. Será? Esses mesmos “alegres crônicos” também chegam em casa, e muitos se deparam com o silêncio como companhia. E será que continuam se sentindo tão bem quanto demonstram? Nem sempre. Sem falar que mesmo acompanhados podemos nos sentir sozinhos, e essa parece doer ainda mais. Que paradoxo, não? Quando estamos sós queremos companhia e, mesmo com companhia, continuamos a nos sentir sozinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o fato é, como lidar com a solidão? Será que o mais apropriado não seria: como lidar com nossa própria companhia? Nessa pergunta creio que já está a resposta. O fato não é como lidar com a solidão, mas, sim, como lidar com nós mesmos. Sim, é muito bom estarmos com outras pessoas, principalmente com aqueles que nos amam e que amamos também, mas nem sempre isso é possível e pelos mais diversos motivos. O que é preciso pensar é que não se pode estar na companhia, de quem quer que seja, apenas para não ficar só, isso sim é pura falta de coragem para olhar para dentro de si e enfrentar os mais diversos sentimentos que tal encontro poderá despertar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A solidão pode doer para qualquer pessoa, mas dói muito mais em que não gosta de si mesmo, quem não se admira, não vê em si mesmo qualidades, quem não percebe seu próprio valor, não se ouve, não aprendeu a se amar e se respeitar. Creio que o maior antídoto para a solidão seja exatamente isso: autoconhecimento. Para isso, procure se observar mais, valorizar suas conquistas, identificar seus sentimentos, ouvir sua própria voz e respeitar aquilo que ouve e sente, aos poucos irá conhecendo um pouco mais sobre você mesmo e gostando desse ser especial que é você. Só se sente só quem não aprendeu a apreciar a própria companhia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;da Amiga psicóloga Roesemeire Zago"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://filosofandoecompartilhando.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2011-01-01T00:00:00-02:00&amp;amp;updated-max=2012-01-01T00:00:00-02:00&amp;amp;max-results=50"&gt;http://filosofandoecompartilhando.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2011-01-01T00:00:00-02:00&amp;amp;updated-max=2012-01-01T00:00:00-02:00&amp;amp;max-results=50&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-4333077262083115083?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/4333077262083115083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-eu-sei-os-desertos-que-atravessei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4333077262083115083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/4333077262083115083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-eu-sei-os-desertos-que-atravessei.html' title='&quot;Só eu sei... Os desertos que atravessei&quot; Djavan'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nYGH54GP0V0/TtmFz_YPXQI/AAAAAAAAFgQ/1t146B3NecI/s72-c/quebra+cabe%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-8764711573371929433</id><published>2011-12-20T00:01:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:01:00.064-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Internacional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relacionamentos'/><title type='text'>"Venha antes que um grito me saia do peito"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUL2JghNt5o/Tu3Z8Mg6y-I/AAAAAAAAFmQ/Oj9d7uSk-bc/s1600/CORAO-%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUL2JghNt5o/Tu3Z8Mg6y-I/AAAAAAAAFmQ/Oj9d7uSk-bc/s400/CORAO-%257E1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Saudade é o sumo que sai quando sua lembrança me espreme o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;São Paulo - 29/7/2011 18:09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flor de meu vaso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A flor do meu vaso quebrou-se pelo vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Venha antes que um grito me saia do peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Flor da noite, que não exala mais o seu perfume à noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Quem será que a arrancou de seu ramo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No canto do céu um arco-íris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu como escuridão, você como luar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Se o vento não lhe penteasse os cabelos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Eu me perderia na floresta do sono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Flor de meu vaso, lua de minha varanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Arrancaram-me de ti, como o peixe da água&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Flor de todo sonho, sem cor e perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E eu como um rio, que adentra o pântano &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Enquanto o céu resplandece azul, a flor do sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;nos ramos do salgueiro, permanece triste em seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E quando aparece o luar, a flor do luar não mais desliza os córregos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Você que acena com as mãos, e às estrelas entrega a sua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Desabrochada ficou pelo vento a flor da flor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E ao você fechar os olhos, faltam duas estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;E o sol queimando a flor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Flor de meu vaso, lua de minha varanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tradução de Farrokh Chadan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMIN GHANEM, سيمين غانم - Gole Goldoone Man, گل گلدون من ♥ LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TKtHj5HwCKE" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-8764711573371929433?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/8764711573371929433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/venha-antes-que-um-grito-me-saia-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8764711573371929433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8764711573371929433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/venha-antes-que-um-grito-me-saia-do.html' title='&quot;Venha antes que um grito me saia do peito&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eUL2JghNt5o/Tu3Z8Mg6y-I/AAAAAAAAFmQ/Oj9d7uSk-bc/s72-c/CORAO-%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-6012715838220491627</id><published>2011-12-19T00:01:00.039-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:01:00.135-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>As pessoas mudam?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXpAtnHS2As/Tu1vEFZel1I/AAAAAAAAFmI/AE34bkHNROA/s1600/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXpAtnHS2As/Tu1vEFZel1I/AAAAAAAAFmI/AE34bkHNROA/s400/21.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu acredito, sinceramente, que as pessoas possam mudar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mudar de casa, mudar de cidade, mudar de roupa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sampa - 18/12/2011&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: #7f6000;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Ah! Adoro essa música do Adoniran!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apaga o Fogo Mané - Adoniran Barbosa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z_Gp_3YbcDU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-6012715838220491627?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/6012715838220491627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-pessoas-mudam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6012715838220491627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6012715838220491627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-pessoas-mudam.html' title='As pessoas mudam?'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXpAtnHS2As/Tu1vEFZel1I/AAAAAAAAFmI/AE34bkHNROA/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-1760330944349204006</id><published>2011-12-18T00:00:00.016-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T01:52:01.739-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. 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Mas não parta um amor... Não parta uma amizade.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Muitas vezes... Certos caminhos levam-nos a precipícios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Há certos cortes, que não permitem regeneração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Se não tiver certeza da regeneração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Não seccione sua alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 9.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Ao viver numa ilha, e não num continente, queimar navios, pode não ser uma boa idéia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Sampa - 1/12/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Titãs - Sonifera Ilha &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lh-G0zV39Io" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-1760330944349204006?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/1760330944349204006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/salamandra.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1760330944349204006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1760330944349204006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/salamandra.html' title='Salamandra...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-NrzG4oPHc/Ttgfwoqk_PI/AAAAAAAAFf4/mPaqUUKZYGQ/s72-c/perd%25C3%25A3o+madeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-3676867604243422831</id><published>2011-12-17T00:01:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:01:00.277-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>Quem se esconde não se acha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MhqdT3doBg/TtYYJyBvcMI/AAAAAAAAFfY/52EBvpMv9A4/s1600/bota-com-flores+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MhqdT3doBg/TtYYJyBvcMI/AAAAAAAAFfY/52EBvpMv9A4/s400/bota-com-flores+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Há muito tempo procuro o meu par!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1A1yi7mS3Q/TtYXYcEpWbI/AAAAAAAAFfQ/3PGObnCKoA8/s1600/bota-com-flores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1A1yi7mS3Q/TtYXYcEpWbI/AAAAAAAAFfQ/3PGObnCKoA8/s640/bota-com-flores.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pois é... não é que me acharam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Bethânia - Teresinha - música de Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FsG67OOUG8k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-3676867604243422831?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/3676867604243422831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/quem-se-esconde-nao-se-acha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3676867604243422831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3676867604243422831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/quem-se-esconde-nao-se-acha.html' title='Quem se esconde não se acha!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MhqdT3doBg/TtYYJyBvcMI/AAAAAAAAFfY/52EBvpMv9A4/s72-c/bota-com-flores+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-8627085637839600422</id><published>2011-12-16T00:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:01:00.665-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. 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Quem sabe faz a hora não espera acontecer&quot; Geraldo Vandré'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMEjX6I97Fk/TtYaZ_7L3JI/AAAAAAAAFfg/MMPBs3ufwQs/s72-c/homem+no+escuro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-1063695547544739292</id><published>2011-12-15T00:00:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:00:03.031-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>Todo escritor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RllHcumkKUg/TtYH7rq45JI/AAAAAAAAFeY/kbj7Eoh_BBE/s1600/207980_1645630296196_1100065187_31343022_4366475_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RllHcumkKUg/TtYH7rq45JI/AAAAAAAAFeY/kbj7Eoh_BBE/s400/207980_1645630296196_1100065187_31343022_4366475_n.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Todo escritor é meio alquimista, pois escrever é converter sentimentos em palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sampa - 30/11/2011 06:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Teatro Mágico - O que se perde enquanto os olhos piscam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aG4rD7NIXM4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dica de vídeo da Eterna aprendiz Artemis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-1063695547544739292?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/1063695547544739292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/todo-escritor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1063695547544739292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1063695547544739292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/todo-escritor.html' title='Todo escritor...'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RllHcumkKUg/TtYH7rq45JI/AAAAAAAAFeY/kbj7Eoh_BBE/s72-c/207980_1645630296196_1100065187_31343022_4366475_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-673477674662897326</id><published>2011-12-14T00:00:00.018-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T17:05:01.410-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><title type='text'>Tem gente que prefere sabotar-se a ser feliz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UDbxssR-rSc/TtYLMXZ7WPI/AAAAAAAAFeg/9pJli1lHs1w/s1600/charlie+brown+sabotador+de+felicidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UDbxssR-rSc/TtYLMXZ7WPI/AAAAAAAAFeg/9pJli1lHs1w/s400/charlie+brown+sabotador+de+felicidade.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sucesso? Não... eu não persigo o sucesso, apenas fujo desesperadamente do fracasso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bastidores - Cauby Peixoto - Música Chico Buarque&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WaqXdSUWKfg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Charlie Brown&lt;/b&gt; é um personagem de&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="bword://%21%219G2CGKRAUE,Banda%20Desenhada/" title="Traduzir: &amp;quot;Banda%20Desenhada&amp;quot;"&gt;HQ&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;da série&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="bword://%21%219G2CGKRAUE,Charlie%20Brown/" title="Traduzir: &amp;quot;Charlie%20Brown&amp;quot;"&gt;Charlie Brown&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;criado por&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="bword://%21%219G2CGKRAUE,Charles%20Schulz/" title="Traduzir: &amp;quot;Charles%20Schulz&amp;quot;"&gt;Charles Schulz&lt;/a&gt;. Este  personagem de história em quadrinhos se caracteriza por um humor delicado e  melancólico, o mesmo que marcou a trajetória do desenhista norte-americano&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="bword://%21%219G2CGKRAUE,Charles%20Schulz/" title="Traduzir: &amp;quot;Charles%20Schulz&amp;quot;"&gt;Charles Schulz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charlie Brown&lt;/i&gt;, de calças curtas e cabeça redonda, coroada por uma  única mecha de cabelos na frente, é um menino sem idade, sempre cheio de  preocupações. O personagem apareceu pela primeira vez numa história em  quadrinhos publicada em St. Paul Press e o desenhista logo o incluiu em seu  célebre "Peanuts", publicado pela primeira vez dia&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="bword://%21%219G2CGKRAUE,2%20de%20outubro/" title="Traduzir: &amp;quot;2%20de%20outubro&amp;quot;"&gt;2 de outubro&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="bword://%21%219G2CGKRAUE,1950/" title="Traduzir: &amp;quot;1950&amp;quot;"&gt;1950&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: Wikipedia Português - A enciclopédia livre    &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/5725562857165532885-673477674662897326?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/673477674662897326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/tem-gente-que-prefere-sabotar-se-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/673477674662897326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/673477674662897326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/tem-gente-que-prefere-sabotar-se-ser.html' title='Tem gente que prefere sabotar-se a ser feliz!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UDbxssR-rSc/TtYLMXZ7WPI/AAAAAAAAFeg/9pJli1lHs1w/s72-c/charlie+brown+sabotador+de+felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-3545229155212523691</id><published>2011-12-13T00:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T02:37:53.536-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><title type='text'>"Eu nem sonhava te amar..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7IU51S-CGw/TuX1PFvQ4FI/AAAAAAAAFjw/u3oCs1g5qFM/s1600/tempus+fugit-by+Ghetto+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7IU51S-CGw/TuX1PFvQ4FI/AAAAAAAAFjw/u3oCs1g5qFM/s400/tempus+fugit-by+Ghetto+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Amor é como relógio antigo, o que o faz funcionar bem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;é sem dúvida a qualidade da manutenção que recebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Sampa - 12/12/2011 10:27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Êxtase - Guilherme Arantes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t9ZapvriDHo" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-3545229155212523691?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/3545229155212523691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-nem-sonhava-te-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3545229155212523691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/3545229155212523691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu-nem-sonhava-te-amar.html' title='&quot;Eu nem sonhava te amar...&quot;'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z7IU51S-CGw/TuX1PFvQ4FI/AAAAAAAAFjw/u3oCs1g5qFM/s72-c/tempus+fugit-by+Ghetto+%2528FILEminimizer%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-6075163061478301215</id><published>2011-12-12T00:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T11:37:58.473-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. 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Não me contorço, torço apenas para que palavras descontraiam-se e me saiam! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Logo, sou massagista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sampa - 30/11/2011 06:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caetano Veloso, Maria Gadú - Vaca Profana &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MOXTfMQHutQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-6075163061478301215?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/6075163061478301215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/escritor-que-se-contorce-para-escrever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6075163061478301215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/6075163061478301215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/escritor-que-se-contorce-para-escrever.html' title='Escritor que se contorce para escrever é contorcionista.'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_rhPsDZWe4/TtYNQSOKHJI/AAAAAAAAFeo/R7kqenkETQM/s72-c/contorcionista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-1310262309400092881</id><published>2011-12-11T04:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T13:30:13.261-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeo Motivacional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartum'/><title type='text'>Resiliência é o meu segundo nome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; 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background-clip: initial; background-color: #ff6d01; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: white; display: inline; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.66em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em; padding-left: 0.41em; padding-right: 0.41em; padding-top: 0.25em; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;VOCÊ E O FUTURO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="nomargin" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0f7fe; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #ff9900; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 32px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -0.05em; line-height: 1.1em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; orphans: 2; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; width: 460px; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;RECOMEÇAR, APESAR DOS DESAFIOS&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="content nomargin description" rel="description" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f0f7fe; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1.42em; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; orphans: 2; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Entenda mais sobre resiliência e transforme revezes em vitórias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1.4em; orphans: 2; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: black; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15px; orphans: 2; text-align: right; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;por&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: right; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Jô Furlan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 1.16em; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1.4em; orphans: 2; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; border-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; orphans: 2; outline-width: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: right; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Resiliência.Como uma palavra tão diferente pode ter um significado tão prático e um resultado tão poderoso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.16em; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1.4em; orphans: 2; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Modismos à parte, resiliência passa a ser vista cada dia mais como um comportamento fundamental na vida de todo o ser humano que está disposto a experimentar um patamar superior em sua vida. Podemos entender isso simplesmente como melhorar de vida, padrão social, carro, casa, emprego, carreira e assim por diante, ou perceber o infinito de possibilidades que existem contidos nesse conceito. Afinal o que é resiliência?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 1.16em; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1.4em; orphans: 2; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Talvez um refrão musical que se tornou um ditado popular possa nos dar pistas importantes.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Você com certeza se lembra destas palavras: "levanta, sacode a poeira e dá a volta por cima". Falada e cantada nos ambientes mais variados, o grande compositor Paulo Vanzolini traduziu a essência desse comportamento. Resiliência é a arte de recomeçar a despeito dos desafios, insucessos ou adversidades. Para podermos ter uma dimensão de sua relevância, foi citada como uma das grandes capacidades que permitiria ao povo americano superar os desafios da crise de 2008. Durante o discurso de posse do presidente Barack Obama, ouvimos a seguinte afirmação: "Vamos superar os desafios, o povo americano é resiliente". Espero um dia poder dizer pessoalmente ao Obama que se o americano é resiliente, que palavra devemos usar para descrever o povo brasileiro? Quando disse isso recentemente em uma de minhas conferências corporativas, um engraçadinho disse brincando: acomodado, o brasileiro é acomodado. Contei até 10 e entrei na brincadeira: "Não sei onde você vive meu amigo, mas viajo os quatro cantos do país e vejo milhões de pessoas lutando todos os dias, para sobreviver, crescer, estudar seus filhos, construir seus negócios próprios mesmo com alto risco, trabalhar duro nas empresas, apesar de impostos injustos, educação muitas vezes precária, insegurança, corrupção, fraude, falta de reconhecimento e tantas outras coisas capazes de desanimar um ser humano".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.16em; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1.4em; orphans: 2; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;"Você se julga acomodado ou resiliente?", perguntei a uma platéia de centenas de pessoas. Em coro ouvi a resposta: "resiliente". "Não sei aonde você vive meu amigo, mas se é isso que você tem observado na sua roda social, tome muito cuidado com quem tem influenciado você no seu dia-a-dia".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #ff6600; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.17em; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: -0.03em; line-height: 1.1em; margin-bottom: 0.83em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; orphans: 2; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;NÃO ENTRE NO AUTOMÁTICO&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.16em; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1.4em; orphans: 2; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Meu voluntarioso colaborador respirou profundamente e chegou a esboçar um pedido de desculpas pela brincadeira."Não meu amigo, eu tenho que agradecer a você. Ou melhor, todos aqui têm que agradecer a você, pois é muito comum em nossas vidas esquecermos de escolher ser resiliente e entramos no automático. Se todo mundo reclama, eu também vou reclamar e por aí vai. Hoje todas essas pessoas puderam pensar, decidir e fazer e escolher ser resilientes. O resultado dessa decisão na vida delas poderá transformar pequenos revezes, em desafios, tristezas em aprendizado e derrotas temporárias em vitórias permanentes".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.16em; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1.4em; orphans: 2; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Inteligência do sucesso é a inteligência do resultado. É ser capaz de atingir seus objetivos. Raramente uma pessoa que não é resiliente tem sucesso. Mais que superar uma situação difícil e recomeçar, a resiliência traz em si o conceito da fé e esperança. Isso realmente dá a cada um de nós um poder fascinante e grandioso. Na próxima vez que você cair, terá aprendido que a queda faz parte do caminho daquele que busca realizar seus sonhos, objetivos e metas. A vitória pertence não aquele que nunca cai, mas sim aquele que nunca desiste de levantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 1.16em; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 1.4em; margin-bottom: 1.4em; orphans: 2; outline-width: 0px; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.personare.com.br/revista/voce-e-o-futuro/materia/740/recomecar-apesar-dos-desafios"&gt;http://www.personare.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dica da Lee por email. Obrigado menina!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-1310262309400092881?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/1310262309400092881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/resiliencia-e-o-meu-segundo-nome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1310262309400092881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/1310262309400092881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/resiliencia-e-o-meu-segundo-nome.html' title='Resiliência é o meu segundo nome.'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mtREhIWWCX0/TuRHlQUMHwI/AAAAAAAAFi4/Psnj5BfeAAA/s72-c/google+vem+dos+ceus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-8973302270100463874</id><published>2011-12-11T00:01:00.065-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T06:25:08.620-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Frases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Kurare - Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música Internacional'/><title type='text'>Sempre há algo ácido na relação entre pais e filhos... Ácido desoxirribonucleico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9cO4oQFyEQ/TuM6t65WtgI/AAAAAAAAFig/rEPwhFlC7Vk/s1600/RepairingDNA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9cO4oQFyEQ/TuM6t65WtgI/AAAAAAAAFig/rEPwhFlC7Vk/s400/RepairingDNA.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DNA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sempre há algo ácido na relação entre pais e filhos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ácido desoxirribonucleico!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DNA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sampa - 10/12/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJtYkarLDOI/TuRn-MW5aSI/AAAAAAAAFjA/9fR9P1yvztc/s1600/ZZ3AD81B7F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJtYkarLDOI/TuRn-MW5aSI/AAAAAAAAFjA/9fR9P1yvztc/s400/ZZ3AD81B7F.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Às vezes tenho medo... da coragem que tenho... quando tenho medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; 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Ácido desoxirribonucleico!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c9cO4oQFyEQ/TuM6t65WtgI/AAAAAAAAFig/rEPwhFlC7Vk/s72-c/RepairingDNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-8324526577648788499</id><published>2011-12-10T00:01:00.029-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T05:47:00.649-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare - Política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><title type='text'>Há tanta intolerância solta por ai... que assusta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-B7W161glQ/TtmOKz1jVEI/AAAAAAAAFgo/5H6f35O8wok/s1600/hitler+e+a+democracia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-B7W161glQ/TtmOKz1jVEI/AAAAAAAAFgo/5H6f35O8wok/s400/hitler+e+a+democracia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;O homem comum apegado as suas crenças não nos dá medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Mas muitos homens comuns, apegados às mesmas crenças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;e manipulados por um homem incomum, é digamos... assustador!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Kurare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;Sampa - 29/4/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito começa quando acaba o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito começa quando acaba o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito começa quando acaba o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito começa quando acaba o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito começa quando acaba o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito começa quando acaba o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... O seu direito começa quando acaba o do outro... O seu direito acaba quando começa o do outro... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZÉ RAMALHO - PARA NÃO DIZER QUE NÃO FALEI DAS FLORES - Música de Geraldo Vandré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TjbSeKj0tgM" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-8324526577648788499?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/8324526577648788499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/ha-tanta-intolerancia-solta-por-ai-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8324526577648788499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8324526577648788499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/ha-tanta-intolerancia-solta-por-ai-que.html' title='Há tanta intolerância solta por ai... que assusta!'/><author><name>Carlos Kurare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11570150637568565881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wo-HiOdJwDc/Tiv-_4UerfI/AAAAAAAAE9s/W3TDRfMUAIw/s220/foto%2B3x4%2Ba.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0-B7W161glQ/TtmOKz1jVEI/AAAAAAAAFgo/5H6f35O8wok/s72-c/hitler+e+a+democracia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725562857165532885.post-8572346325184895820</id><published>2011-12-09T00:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:01:01.487-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C. Kurare Frase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comportamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música MPB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='História'/><title type='text'>Mulheres de... Apenas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YK3WZMhffdw/TtL6_1x9WsI/AAAAAAAAFcQ/4vBsf2auUOc/s1600/Mulher+trabalha+em+mina+de+carv%25C3%25A3o+no+Estado+de+Jharkhand%252C+na+%25C3%258Dndia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YK3WZMhffdw/TtL6_1x9WsI/AAAAAAAAFcQ/4vBsf2auUOc/s400/Mulher+trabalha+em+mina+de+carv%25C3%25A3o+no+Estado+de+Jharkhand%252C+na+%25C3%258Dndia.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mulheres de... Apenas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KL1r0ncB8vA/TtL7Jcn6i3I/AAAAAAAAFcY/xWCUPWbytec/s1600/terra_fria_cartaz.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KL1r0ncB8vA/TtL7Jcn6i3I/AAAAAAAAFcY/xWCUPWbytec/s320/terra_fria_cartaz.JPG" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu digo há décadas: este mundo, um dia será feminino! E eu que sou menino, não tenho medo disso não, até torço para isso. Mulheres são criaturas que foram criadas para equilibrar um mundo de caos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O peso da maternidade foi dado a mulher, pois os homens, em sua maioria, não suportariam carregá-lo por tanto tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Carlos Kurare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #7f6000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sampa - 28/11/2011 01:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terra Fria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;é inspirado na história de Lois Jensen,  operária de uma mina de carvão que processou a empresa em que trabalhava  por causa do assédio e maus-tratos dos homens que lá trabalhavam. O  resultado foi a primeira grande vitória de uma ação coletiva por assédio  sexual nos Estados Unidos - um momento histórico para os Direitos da  Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://www.sobrecarga.com.br/node/view/9347"&gt;http://www.sobrecarga.com.br/node/view/9347&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres de Atenas-Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9w3JsYaMdCg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Mulheres - Silêncio nas minas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-993842643744885050"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FK5QjE4gwZc/Sb3y8IBp-RI/AAAAAAAABOU/2FnT81hGdhU/s1600-h/2483177225_8cb9c3f346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313670250127554834" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FK5QjE4gwZc/Sb3y8IBp-RI/AAAAAAAABOU/2FnT81hGdhU/s400/2483177225_8cb9c3f346.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 332px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; marianagleme.blogspot.com/2008/06/mulheres.html &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Separando  o carvão, serrando madeira, empurrando vagões, as mulheres contribuíram  para a expansão da indústria carbonífera, mas foram esquecidas pela  História&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Carlos Renato Carola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;De tão exaustivo e insalubre, o  trabalho nas minas ficou conhecido na Europa do século XIX como  “trabalho nas trevas”. A metáfora servia como denúncia da exploração  selvagem imposta a homens, mulheres e crianças, principalmente nas minas  de carvão. Tal denúncia reforçava a idéia de que o ambiente de trabalho  nas minas só podia ser suportado pelos homens, o que contribuiu para  que muitos países da Europa e da América proibissem a presença de  mulheres na atividade de mineração na primeira metade do século XX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas  em Santa Catarina, no sul do Brasil, a força feminina continuava a  girar a poderosa máquina da indústria carbonífera em silêncio. A  história tratou de apagar de suas páginas essa participação fundamental.  As mulheres se tornaram invisíveis na atividade mineradora à medida que  o processo de masculinização do trabalho nas minas se consolidou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Até  a década de 1970, a paisagem social da região carbonífera no sul do  país era formada por um conjunto de edificações singulares: a vila  operária, as minas de carvão, a ferrovia, as florestas de eucalipto e os  depósitos de rejeitos. Qualquer forasteiro que desembarcasse na região  nessa época e tivesse tido a oportunidade, ou a infelicidade, de  conhecer uma mina de carvão, veria de longe uma massa pesada de ar  poluído saindo de um conjunto de edificações formado por gigantescas  vigas de madeira escuras; veria uma torre em cujo interior havia uma  “gaiola” (o elevador da mina) por onde o carvão era içado dentro de  vagonetes, e também por onde desciam e subiam diariamente os  trabalhadores mineiros, como se fosse um “poço devorador que engolia uma  ração diária de homens”, diria o escritor francês Émile Zola  (1840-1902).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;No interior da mina, dezenas de mineiros se ocupavam  com suas pás e picaretas, procurando extrair a maior quantidade  possível de carvão mineral, formando uma espécie de formigueiro humano.  Na superfície, o espetáculo do trabalho era dominado por mulheres e  crianças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O trabalho de escolha do carvão era realizado em um espaço  coberto, numa espécie de “rancho” de estilo rural em que mulheres e  crianças se posicionavam em torno de uma mesa de madeira onde era feita a  seleção do minério. A função primordial das mulheres era preparar as  madeiras para o escoramento das galerias subterrâneas e selecionar  carvão bruto extraído pelos operários do subsolo. Portando uma  “picaretinha” de mão, elas – as “escolhedeiras” – desagregavam o mineral  bruto, separando o carvão de outros materiais agregados. Nesse tipo de  serviço, o trabalho infantil era tão comum que as próprias companhias  construíam padiolas para a seleção do carvão de tamanho menor para as  crianças. As trabalhadoras também eram obrigadas a executar outros tipos  de serviço, entre os quais empurrar vagonetes carregados de carvão  bruto, encher carroças ou caminhões de minério e, ainda, descer até o  subsolo para desempenhar algum tipo de serviço quando necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A  mão-de-obra feminina passou a ser usada de forma mais intensa a partir  dos anos 1930. Na década seguinte, Santa Catarina tornou-se o principal  produtor de carvão do país e a cidade de Criciúma passou a ostentar  orgulhosamente o título de capital brasileira do carvão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Durante a  Segunda Guerra Mundial (1939-1945), o governo federal requisitou para a  União toda a produção de carvão nacional e instituiu como medida de  emergência a venda obrigatória de todo o carvão extraído em solo pátrio.  Além disso, os trabalhadores ficaram obrigados a atender à convocação  das autoridades e dos proprietários das companhias carboníferas, e se  eles se recusassem, poderiam ser presos por insubordinação ou  “impatriotismo”. Essa conjuntura estimulou a abertura de cerca de 120  empresas de mineração, entre pequenas empreiteiras e grandes companhias  carboníferas. Na segunda metade da década de 1940, o governo federal  iniciou na região a construção do complexo carbonífero da Companhia  Siderúrgica Nacional (CSN), formado por minas de carvão, lavador (usina  de beneficiamento), usina termelétrica, vilas operárias e centros  recreativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Como a maioria das companhias carboníferas não  dispunha de grandes capitais e a contingência da guerra motivou o  aumento da produção nacional, a seleção manual do carvão foi a opção  mais rápida e barata. Almejando cumprir as metas de produtividade  impostas pelo mercado, os proprietários investiram no aumento da  mão-de-obra. Para a separação do carvão, contrataram mulheres e crianças  por um custo salarial inferior ao dos homens, justificando essa  diferença pela noção de trabalho “leve” e “simples”, condizente com a  suposta fragilidade físico-mental dos contratados. Além disso,  prevalecia o argumento de que essa atividade possibilitava um ganho  adicional para a família mineira. Constituiu-se formalmente uma divisão  sexual do trabalho no espaço das minas, cabendo aos homens extrair o  carvão do subsolo e às mulheres, os trabalhos na superfície. Mas, no  cotidiano, os papéis e as fronteiras eram transgredidos, sendo que as  tarefas das mulheres eram comumente aceitas como algo inferior e  complementar às dos homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Entre os dispositivos de controle  disciplinar, os proprietários aplicavam multas, advertências e demissões  aos que não trabalhavam “direitinho”. No caso das trabalhadoras, o  desacato à fiscal da escolha ou ao capataz era motivo de advertência,  suspensão ou demissão; brincadeiras ou brigas entre companheiras de  trabalho – situação comum no dia-a-dia – também incorriam no risco de  alguma penalidade. A “escolhedeira” que não trabalhasse dentro das  normas e expectativas de produção era punida com suspensão ou demissão e  ainda ganhava o adjetivo de trabalhadora “inconveniente”. O estigma  podia acarretar graves conseqüências e comprometer seriamente as  condições de vida da família mineira, uma vez que os proprietários das  principais companhias carboníferas também eram donos das moradias  operárias, do armazém, dos clubes recreativos. Além disso, também  disponibilizavam recursos para a Igreja, para a construção de escolas e a  manutenção de hospitais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O caso de Ana Maria, que trabalhou  como “escolhedeira” de dezembro de 1948 a fevereiro de 1952 na Mineração  Geral do Brasil, no município de Urussanga, ilustra os mecanismos de  controle da empresa. Sua ficha funcional revela que foi suspensa duas  vezes: uma suspensão de três dias em outubro de 1949, por ter desacatado  sua colega de trabalho, que provavelmente era a fiscal de escolha, e  outra suspensão de três dias em março de 1950, por desobediência ao  capataz da mina. Na mina Barão do Rio Branco, Maria F. foi suspensa  várias vezes: dois dias em janeiro de 1951, por não obedecer às ordens  do capataz ou da fiscal de escolha, e por estar “de brincadeira” no  horário de serviço; três dias em outubro do mesmo ano, dois dias em  agosto de 1952 e mais dois dias em dezembro de 1955 por “desobedecer às  ordens da administração”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo diante do risco que as  transgressões representavam, as mulheres, assim como os homens,  praticavam cotidianamente atos de indisciplina e estratégias para fugir  ou burlar os dispositivos de controle das companhias mineradoras. Era  comum, por exemplo, solicitarem atestado médico para justificar ausência  do trabalho em função de doenças, assim como era uma prática comum  faltar ao trabalho sem apresentar uma justificativa formal, ausência que  muitas vezes ocorria por causa de afazeres domésticos ou obrigações  conjugais. Brigas e brincadeiras durante o trabalho eram proibidas, mas  no dia-a-dia da mina isso era praticamente burlado. Algumas  trabalhadoras até ousaram confrontar o poder dos coronéis do carvão,  acionando a justiça do trabalho com o objetivo de conquistar direitos  trabalhistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Durante trinta anos – de 1930 a 1960 –, a indústria  carbonífera catarinense não hesitou em explorar o trabalho de mulheres e  crianças. Porém, na história local e na memória oficial cristalizada em  monumentos, nomes de ruas e praças, as trabalhadoras não foram  lembradas nem reconhecidas como sujeitos históricos e nem como  personagens da expansão industrial. Nos lugares onde se constrói a  memória oficial homenageiam-se, preferencialmente, as figuras históricas  dos grandes empreendedores da indústria do carvão e as autoridades  governamentais reconhecidas pelas elites locais como benfeitoras do  progresso, transformados em símbolos que exaltam a ideologia do  trabalho. No meio artístico de base popular, a atenção se concentrou na  representação do trabalhador mineiro como um “soldado heróico”. O  mineiro é identificado como o sujeito anônimo que trabalhava nos  “subterrâneos das trevas” para sustentar sua família e representado como  um herói que produzia a riqueza mineral, que resultou no progresso da  região carbonífera. Prevaleceu o pressuposto ideológico de que somente  os homens fizeram parte da história da mineração na região carbonífera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Em  Santa Catarina, principalmente a partir da década de 1950, ocorreu um  processo inverso daquele descrito e analisado por Karl Marx (1818-1883)  na Europa do século XIX, onde se observa que uma das conseqüências  imediatas da mecanização da produção foi a incorporação de  “trabalhadores sem força muscular ou com desenvolvimento físico  incompleto”. Assim, “a primeira preocupação do capitalista ao empregar a  maquinaria foi a de utilizar o trabalho das mulheres e das crianças”.  No Brasil, o processo de mecanização promoveu a valorização do trabalho  dos homens (masculinização das minas), e a primeira providência tomada  pelos donos das mineradoras foi eliminar o trabalho manual de seleção e  classificação do carvão, feito por mulheres e crianças. Dispensaram a  mão-de-obra feminina justificando as demissões pelas simples expressões  “extinção da escolha” ou “extinção de serviço”. Na História, o processo  foi ainda mais cruel, e impôs a essas trabalhadoras o silêncio e o  esquecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Carlos Renato Carola é professor de História na  Universidade do Extremo Sul Catarinense (Unesc), Criciúma-SC, e doutor  em História pela USP. Autor do livro Dos subterrâneos da história: as  trabalhadoras das minas de carvão de Santa Catarina (1937-1964).  Florianópolis: Ed. da UFSC, 2002.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Revista Nossa Historia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Postado por &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Eduardo Marculino&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; às &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://historianovest.blogspot.com/2009/03/mulheres-silencio-nas-minas.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2009-03-16T03:16:00-03:00"&gt;03:16"&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2009-03-16T03:16:00-03:00"&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://historianovest.blogspot.com/2010/08/mulheres-silencio-nas-minas.html"&gt;http://historianovest.blogspot.com/2010/08/mulheres-silencio-nas-minas.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" title="2009-03-16T03:16:00-03:00"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/abbr&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725562857165532885-8572346325184895820?l=carloskurare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/feeds/8572346325184895820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/mulheres-de-apenas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8572346325184895820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725562857165532885/posts/default/8572346325184895820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carloskurare.blogspot.com/2011/12/mulheres-de-apenas.html' title='Mulheres de... 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Drª. Liana  Gottlieb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; é minha amiga, infelizmente por questões de saúde não poderei ir aos dois eventos. Mas se você tiver oportunidade não perca, pois ela além de primar pela excelência e ser extremamente competente em sua área é uma pessoa... encantadora! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;CONVITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;LANÇAMENTO DO LIVRO “INTERFACES DA COMUNICAÇÃO, CULTURA E EDUCAÇÃO – UM PANORAMA PARA (RE)PENSAR A ATUALIDADE”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;O  que motivou a professora Liana Gottlieb a convidar 27 autores para  (re)pensarem a comunicação, a cultura e a educação e, mais do que isso,  os vínculos que essas formas de conhecimento formam em um único livro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A resposta é uma só: a diversidade que espelha o mundo em que vivemos hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;São  diferentes esferas de abordagens e pesquisas que procuram compreender o  mundo em que vivemos, refletindo experiências e construindo  conhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Este é  o quarto livro de textos acadêmicos organizados pela Profª. Drª. Liana  Gottlieb, de uma série que já se tornou icônica no mundo acadêmico e,  como diz Tereza Vitali, Diretora da Faculdade Cásper Líbero, o livro  traz “reflexões que brindarão os leitores com o que há de melhor no  pensamento crítico gerado em âmbito acadêmico no País”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Reconhecida,  inclusive, internacionalmente, a série de livros acadêmicos organizados  pela Profa. Dra. Liana Gottlieb, faz parte do seu Projeto &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tirando as Monografias das Prateleiras das Bibliotecas&lt;/strong&gt;, e teve uma de suas edições – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Comunicação Social – Pós-Graduação &lt;em&gt;Lato Sensu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; na Cásper Líbero. Orientação, Pesquisa e Resultado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, indexado na Biblioteca do Congresso Nacional dos Estados Unidos, a maior do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Interfaces da Comunicação, Cultura e Educação - Um panorama para (re)pensar a atualidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;,  além de ser o livro com maior número de autores da série, é também um  livro do seu tempo, em que diversas disciplinas percorrem diferentes  caminhos para um único objetivo: produzir conhecimento para todos, em  linguagem fértil e inovadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Confira adiante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;SERVIÇO  – Lançamentos do livro “Interfaces da Comunicação, Cultura e Educação –  Um panorama para (re)pensar a atualidade” – Liana Gottlieb,  organizadora – Editora Iglu, 434 páginas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Evento 1 – Encontro Acadêmico : Interfaces da Comunicação, Cultura e Educação – Um panorama para (re)pensar a atualidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Data: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;10 de dezembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, sábado, das 9 às 17 horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Local:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; Faculdade Cásper Líbero – Av. 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