<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:06:48.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que os olhos não vêem, o coração não sente</title><subtitle type='html'>Site de fotografia e sentimento</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-814291813258840107</id><published>2011-08-08T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T13:48:27.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hwNRdfiPRM/TkBHCFp6L9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cpwE6aFHPZo/s1600/Aranha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hwNRdfiPRM/TkBHCFp6L9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cpwE6aFHPZo/s320/Aranha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638584834671128530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pararmos para pensar, a construção de um lar é um processo bastante delicado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-814291813258840107?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/814291813258840107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=814291813258840107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/814291813258840107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/814291813258840107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2011/08/casa.html' title='A casa'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hwNRdfiPRM/TkBHCFp6L9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cpwE6aFHPZo/s72-c/Aranha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-1913983287864160718</id><published>2010-10-18T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T11:55:22.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TLyXvqWbmvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3nzcdGTYK1E/s1600/Sinuca_baixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TLyXvqWbmvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3nzcdGTYK1E/s320/Sinuca_baixa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529461287582145266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TLyXpirlyUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qTitjbOkTtM/s1600/Escada_baixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TLyXpirlyUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/qTitjbOkTtM/s320/Escada_baixa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529461182444194114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TLyXew1RUFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8JCIQeMcl70/s1600/Banheiro_baixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TLyXew1RUFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8JCIQeMcl70/s320/Banheiro_baixa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529460997264330834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;otografei a Casa Rosa numa tarde de terça-feira. Vi coisas interessantes e tive uma experiência sensorial. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Escadas, quartos, banheiros... cheios de histórias. Bem diferente das noites pulsantes, cheias de gente, vozes, cheiro e sensações. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No documentário Pretérito Perfeito, d&lt;span class="txtnegrito"&gt;ireção de Gustavo Pizzi, personagens contam a história do mais famoso prostíbulo do século XX. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="txtnegrito"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nesse ensaio, diferente do documentário, seus cômodos vazios mostraram o que a noite esconde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-1913983287864160718?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/1913983287864160718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=1913983287864160718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/1913983287864160718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/1913983287864160718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2010/10/casa-rosa.html' title='Casa Rosa'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TLyXvqWbmvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3nzcdGTYK1E/s72-c/Sinuca_baixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-4005024033117968839</id><published>2010-10-01T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:10:39.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade é como a flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TKYVHXaY32I/AAAAAAAAAII/E-65E8Nb1lI/s1600/Leila_flor_cortada_baixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TKYVHXaY32I/AAAAAAAAAII/E-65E8Nb1lI/s320/Leila_flor_cortada_baixa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523125209304457058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como cuidamos dos nossos amigos para que estas amizades estejam sempre dando flores?&lt;br /&gt;Há formas e "formas" de se dizer não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-4005024033117968839?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/4005024033117968839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=4005024033117968839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/4005024033117968839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/4005024033117968839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2010/10/amizade-e-como-flor.html' title='Amizade é como a flor'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TKYVHXaY32I/AAAAAAAAAII/E-65E8Nb1lI/s72-c/Leila_flor_cortada_baixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-3726691601415207962</id><published>2010-09-20T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T13:15:00.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TJfAYBQgePI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Lk2E-T1ZIm0/s1600/aaPai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TJfAYBQgePI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Lk2E-T1ZIm0/s320/aaPai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519091387252898034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia é a arte daqueles que não sabem,&lt;br /&gt;não conseguem,&lt;br /&gt;lidar com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Sofrem ao ver o tempo passar,&lt;br /&gt;procuram eternizar momentos&lt;br /&gt;belos, feios, diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;simples, complexos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo na tentativa,&lt;br /&gt;sempre frustrada,&lt;br /&gt;de ver o tempo parar,&lt;br /&gt;mais ele passa&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos se diluem,&lt;br /&gt;a memória falha,&lt;br /&gt;o fotógrafo morre&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia é o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;disfarçado de luz, que engana os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;e mente,&lt;br /&gt;a alma&lt;br /&gt;Mas foto mente,&lt;br /&gt;a luz fica,&lt;br /&gt;o tempo se vai,&lt;br /&gt;as emoções se perdem,&lt;br /&gt;como numa poesia,&lt;br /&gt;que nada mais é,&lt;br /&gt;que o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;disfarçado de palavras...&lt;br /&gt;palavras,&lt;br /&gt;disfarçadas de vida,&lt;br /&gt;a vida, se escondendo da morte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-3726691601415207962?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/3726691601415207962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=3726691601415207962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3726691601415207962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3726691601415207962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2010/09/tempo.html' title='Fotografia'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TJfAYBQgePI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Lk2E-T1ZIm0/s72-c/aaPai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-2378701096976023514</id><published>2010-06-10T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:13:06.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garça surfista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TBGMuiTwI4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0dSiKoN2NTo/s1600/Garca_surfista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TBGMuiTwI4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0dSiKoN2NTo/s320/Garca_surfista.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481316952598127490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz, hoje, fotos lindas no berçário das vitórias-régias. O mais incrível foi ver uma garça surfista! Várias vezes ela vinha voando, "se jogava" nas vitórias e ficava equilibrando-se por uma certa distância.&lt;br /&gt;Ela, na verdade, estava pescando. Mas não foi isso que meus olhos viram.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez esta imagem tenha vindo do meu subconsciente cheio de saudade do surf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-2378701096976023514?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/2378701096976023514/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=2378701096976023514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2378701096976023514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2378701096976023514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2010/06/garca-surfista.html' title='Garça surfista'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/TBGMuiTwI4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0dSiKoN2NTo/s72-c/Garca_surfista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-7771576667746362033</id><published>2010-03-08T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:26:10.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPERJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/S5Wg9a1u8GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dE3KscNQwC0/s1600-h/JaquePresidente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/S5Wg9a1u8GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dE3KscNQwC0/s320/JaquePresidente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446436301411643490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei um abraço especial no Dia Internacional da Mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento, independente de nossas divergências políticas, o abraço foi muito bem-vindo.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada ao colega André Durão por este presente neste dia.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi, pela manhã, que comemorar "dia da mulher" só nos torna inferiores de fato. "Dia da mulher" é todo dia! Para algumas, pode até ser. Mas um mimo cai sempre bem para uma mulher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-7771576667746362033?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/7771576667746362033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=7771576667746362033' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/7771576667746362033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/7771576667746362033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2010/03/comperj.html' title='COMPERJ'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/S5Wg9a1u8GI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dE3KscNQwC0/s72-c/JaquePresidente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-2885761623175944281</id><published>2010-02-14T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:54:40.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Existência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/S3iRlKTJmGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/G9rCFLKNydQ/s1600-h/Conflito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/S3iRlKTJmGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/G9rCFLKNydQ/s320/Conflito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438256617655736418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existirmos: a que será que se destina?&lt;br /&gt;No universo pessoal a vida se desenrola e os sonhos, ora reais, ora impossíveis, vão tomando corpo no decorrer dos dias.&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia é uma inspiração diária e, com ela, faço arte, digo o que vejo... sem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trilha da hora: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZaxDlDbMppE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-2885761623175944281?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/2885761623175944281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=2885761623175944281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2885761623175944281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2885761623175944281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2010/02/existencia.html' title='Existência'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/S3iRlKTJmGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/G9rCFLKNydQ/s72-c/Conflito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-1599480470066992453</id><published>2009-10-19T12:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:17:06.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposição coletiva Casas Casadas, Laranjeiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/Sty7LK8IxrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c16vegLNMwE/s1600-h/BencaoBaixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/Sty7LK8IxrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c16vegLNMwE/s320/BencaoBaixa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394392254272554674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-1599480470066992453?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/1599480470066992453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=1599480470066992453' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/1599480470066992453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/1599480470066992453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2009/10/exposicao-coletiva-casas-casadas_4095.html' title='Exposição coletiva Casas Casadas, Laranjeiras'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/Sty7LK8IxrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c16vegLNMwE/s72-c/BencaoBaixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-89585954007994563</id><published>2009-10-19T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:16:38.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposição coletiva Casas Casadas, Laranjeiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/Sty7EJ4_znI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x-uLSFq9xN4/s1600-h/BatizadoBaixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/Sty7EJ4_znI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x-uLSFq9xN4/s320/BatizadoBaixa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394392133731864178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-89585954007994563?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/89585954007994563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=89585954007994563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/89585954007994563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/89585954007994563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2009/10/exposicao-coletiva-casas-casadas_19.html' title='Exposição coletiva Casas Casadas, Laranjeiras'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/Sty7EJ4_znI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x-uLSFq9xN4/s72-c/BatizadoBaixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-5061162909149532326</id><published>2009-04-29T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:46:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SfhSSpPbQCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q3uO7sSWFTM/s1600-h/Carnaval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330100639254659106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SfhSSpPbQCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q3uO7sSWFTM/s320/Carnaval.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua tarefa é a de representar corretamente a personagem que te foi confiada.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a escolhê-la, depende de outro.&lt;br /&gt;Epicteto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No site &lt;a href="http://www.latusa.com.br/"&gt;http://www.latusa.com.br/&lt;/a&gt; é possível ler 3 textos que abordam o feminino de forma que, ao ler, mulher nenhuma sai imune.&lt;br /&gt;Miller aborda em um de seus cursos a identidade e a alteridade feminina.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos de nós já vimos amigas próximas entrarem num relacionamento e passar a defender conceitos que, antes, se mostravam contra.&lt;br /&gt;Ele pondera que isso ocorre porque do lado feminino seria como se o ideal passeasse no mundo, circulasse no exterior, e a mulher o adotasse daquele a quem ama, logo, dependeria de quem ocupasse esse lugar. Portanto, uma verdadeira metamorfose ambulante.&lt;br /&gt;Isso explicaria os gastos e esforços de uma mulher na arte de seduzir, de se fazer desejar e moldar-se às condições de desejo do homem que ela consente amar, assim como, as abnegações e sacrifícios de que é capaz para se manter eleita.&lt;br /&gt;A ameaça da perda do amor é algo que facilmente pode deprimir uma mulher. Essa é uma observação de Freud. Quem diria, nós mulheres, em pleno séc XXI... tão independentes...&lt;br /&gt;É um desafio concentrar-se em nós mesmas, quebrar dentro de nós essa estrutura tão arraigada do feminino.&lt;br /&gt;Entender esse mecanismo pode ser uma inspiração para olharmos dentro de nós mesmas. Não sejamos vazias, cheias de lamentos! É preciso alimentar a mente, ter sonhos e trilhar um caminho concreto para realização pessoal. Procurar fugir um pouco do Outro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-5061162909149532326?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/5061162909149532326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=5061162909149532326' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/5061162909149532326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/5061162909149532326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2009/04/sobre-ser.html' title='Sobre ser'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SfhSSpPbQCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q3uO7sSWFTM/s72-c/Carnaval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-8688840537798044096</id><published>2009-03-10T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:59:30.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero 5 coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/Sbbww6kQ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/33hfZ4HWNSk/s1600-h/Olhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311697533675827602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/Sbbww6kQ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/33hfZ4HWNSk/s320/Olhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero apenas cinco coisas..&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro é o amor sem fim&lt;br /&gt;A segunda é ver o outono&lt;br /&gt;A terceira é o grave inverno&lt;br /&gt;Em quarto lugar o verão&lt;br /&gt;A quinta coisa são teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dormir sem teus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser... sem que me olhes.&lt;br /&gt;Abro mão da primavera para que continues me olhando.&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda&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/8475358709197785073-8688840537798044096?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/8688840537798044096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=8688840537798044096' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8688840537798044096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8688840537798044096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2009/03/quero-5-coisas.html' title='Quero 5 coisas'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/Sbbww6kQ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/33hfZ4HWNSk/s72-c/Olhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-1783679838660817356</id><published>2009-03-10T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:16:23.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva a arte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SbbmrDoZ-tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rVhw5gRY_Rs/s1600-h/Sax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311686437913623250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SbbmrDoZ-tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rVhw5gRY_Rs/s320/Sax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda temos chance de produzir uma "virada civilizatória" ou seremos obrigados a nos conformar com a barbárie transformada em sistema?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8475358709197785073-1783679838660817356?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/1783679838660817356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=1783679838660817356' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/1783679838660817356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/1783679838660817356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2009/03/viva-arte.html' title='Viva a arte!'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SbbmrDoZ-tI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rVhw5gRY_Rs/s72-c/Sax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-1896524416281265843</id><published>2009-03-10T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:09:08.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazer poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SbbjTCo0qiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/c77XhdQ-gVQ/s1600-h/Poesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311682726795192866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SbbjTCo0qiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/c77XhdQ-gVQ/s320/Poesia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me sinto fragmentos&lt;br /&gt;Que se unem numa só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma só pessoa que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vive mundos diferentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transita por entre imaginários distintos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De pessoas distintas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tratando de serem felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uno fragmentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falo do amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compromisso subjetivo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gesto de liberdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8475358709197785073-1896524416281265843?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/1896524416281265843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=1896524416281265843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/1896524416281265843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/1896524416281265843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2009/03/fazer-poesia.html' title='Fazer poesia'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SbbjTCo0qiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/c77XhdQ-gVQ/s72-c/Poesia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-3011722220787223029</id><published>2009-03-06T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:25:25.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se podes ver, repara</title><content type='html'>Muitas coisas não se veem com os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Se repara com todos os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;E é muito bom andar na luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre combater as sombras, Saramago fala ao coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caderno.josesaramago.org/2009/03/04/reparar/"&gt;http://caderno.josesaramago.org/2009/03/04/reparar/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-3011722220787223029?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/3011722220787223029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=3011722220787223029' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3011722220787223029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3011722220787223029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-podes-ver-repara.html' title='Se podes ver, repara'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-8292060968819085143</id><published>2009-01-14T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:38:38.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juan-David Nasio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SW4xIg3sLaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CflChvC-APQ/s1600-h/Tartaruga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291220634539142562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SW4xIg3sLaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CflChvC-APQ/s320/Tartaruga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A primeira definição do olhar é: o olhar é aquilo que se desprende".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesta sessão de fotos (que pode ser vista no link: &lt;a href="http://www.jaque.fot.br/#/content/Maternidade/"&gt;http://www.jaque.fot.br/#/content/Maternidade/&lt;/a&gt;) por alguns momentos meu olhar de desprendeu e pude ver o inesperado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abra os olhos. Veja ao redor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-8292060968819085143?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/8292060968819085143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=8292060968819085143' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8292060968819085143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8292060968819085143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2009/01/juan-david-nasio.html' title='Juan-David Nasio'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SW4xIg3sLaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CflChvC-APQ/s72-c/Tartaruga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-5446300921446036827</id><published>2009-01-04T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:02:33.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sopro de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SWEx8DN5O3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Fazx5iZ8qaM/s1600-h/Brecho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287562345235168114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SWEx8DN5O3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Fazx5iZ8qaM/s320/Brecho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um trecho do texto da Martha Medeiros desta semana resumiu bem minha posição diante das pessoas que cruzam meu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;"O melhor presente que podemos oferecer a alguém é um acréscimo de vida. Podemos fazer isso dando uma dica de livro, de disco, de um lugar para conhecer, de um programa de TV que fuja da mesmice, e assim tornar a vida do outro mais rica através da abertura de idéias e de um êxtase novo".&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que me convidou para conhecer esse "brechó" estava ávida por algo novo, uma energia nova, talvez por estar sempre afundada em coisas velhas... antigas... Vender nem era sua intenção.&lt;br /&gt;E lá fui eu. Me deixei levar pela desconhecida, num lugar cheio de histórias. No final, eu é que me senti extasiada com tanta história.&lt;br /&gt;Esse acréscimo de vida é uma via de mão dupla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-5446300921446036827?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/5446300921446036827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=5446300921446036827' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/5446300921446036827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/5446300921446036827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2009/01/sopro-de-vida.html' title='Sopro de vida'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SWEx8DN5O3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Fazx5iZ8qaM/s72-c/Brecho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-2064371173237194749</id><published>2008-11-19T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:38:08.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Rio é verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SSQy0z1J6lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YgC1aPmmJRY/s1600-h/Zen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270393346778065490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SSQy0z1J6lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YgC1aPmmJRY/s320/Zen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa saída fotográfica que não tinha nada pra se tornar extraordinária, o surpreendente acontece. Bem próximo à entrada do Rebouças há o Beco do Boticário e recebi o convite de fotografar dentro de uma das casas do século passado. Seus azulejos, sua atmosfera única e a diversidade de plantas fizeram de simples fotos uma "abdução" para um Rio que há muito não sentia. Sentir, sim! Foto se sente.&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/8475358709197785073-2064371173237194749?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/2064371173237194749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=2064371173237194749' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2064371173237194749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2064371173237194749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-rio-verde.html' title='O Rio é verde'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SSQy0z1J6lI/AAAAAAAAAFM/YgC1aPmmJRY/s72-c/Zen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-7353893844645640171</id><published>2008-10-21T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:30:34.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crise mundial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SP4fVUEhhMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Qt_U1eGo0JQ/s1600-h/feehonra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259675865840714946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SP4fVUEhhMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Qt_U1eGo0JQ/s320/feehonra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conversando com um grande amigo esta semana, dr. Carlos Augusto Huszar, nefrologista, psicanalista membro do núcleo de psicossomática do HC e atuante na Escola de Psicanálise Lacaniana, ele me comentou algo que tem sido motivo de estudos junto aos colegas. Trata-se do processo de mundança da sociedade mundial.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiramente, ele acredita que o capitalismo, esse que Marx se referiu, está com os dias contados. A globalização provou que este "ser" (capitalismo) não pode se auto-gerir. Os governos tomarão as rédeas. O Brasil está numa posição um pouco mais confortável por ter o controle do fluxo do capital há alguns anos.&lt;br /&gt;É fato que as pessoas dos países capitalistas têm sido influenciadas pelo estímulo ao consumo desenfreado, nisso a mídia teve papel fundamental; a subjetividade humana tem sido cada vez menos trabalhada. Aquela sociedade patriarcal que tivemos no Brasil, e em vários outros países durante séculos, caiu por terra. Hoje, as mulheres têm papel importantíssimo, principalmente, nas grandes cidades.&lt;br /&gt;Como ele mesmo diz, o ser humano está diferente. Vemos, hoje, pessoas psicóticas, desenfreadas, sem identidade e vazias, consumistas ao extremo.&lt;br /&gt;A crise do mundo atual não tem hora pra acabar e um bom começo é trabalhar o que há de humano em nós, nossa história, nossa cultura e, por que não, um resgate do que grandes gênios da filosofia e arte nos deixaram.&lt;br /&gt;Divido com vocês essa foto que fiz há 2 semanas. Reparem o que está escrito na camiseta: fé e honra. É a subjetividade sendo trabalhada.&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/8475358709197785073-7353893844645640171?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/7353893844645640171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=7353893844645640171' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/7353893844645640171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/7353893844645640171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/10/crise-mundial.html' title='Crise mundial'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SP4fVUEhhMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Qt_U1eGo0JQ/s72-c/feehonra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-8797735060996653105</id><published>2008-10-14T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:12:34.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angústia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SPU1PUCPJNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gMDRXzVunbQ/s1600-h/batizado2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257166677217322194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SPU1PUCPJNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gMDRXzVunbQ/s320/batizado2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A angústia é sempre um sinal de que algo não vai bem, que, de alguma forma, se está traindo ao desejo. Quando este sentimento aparece é preciso, imediatamente, elaborar a causa dessa angústia. Isso com muita coragem. Entrar em si, mergulhar e encarar de frente isso que parece um fantasma. Caso contrário, ficará atormentado.&lt;br /&gt;Elaborei claramente que um ser humano que não admite subjetividade me assusta como um fantasma. Daqueles que rondam e que podem te assombrar com o desejo desenfreado de te transformar em objeto.&lt;br /&gt;Veja que, subjetivo é tudo relativo a sujeito; existente no sujeito; passado exclusivamente no espírito de uma pessoa; aquilo que é sentido por experiência íntima.&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano que entende que somos “pensantes” e que nossos pensamentos nos fazem ser quem somos, reconhece a possibilidade de posicionar-se diante de situações.&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixar ser objeto do outro.&lt;br /&gt;Ser sujeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-8797735060996653105?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/8797735060996653105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=8797735060996653105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8797735060996653105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8797735060996653105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/10/angstia.html' title='Angústia'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SPU1PUCPJNI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gMDRXzVunbQ/s72-c/batizado2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-4149437543768629017</id><published>2008-10-07T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:13:01.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cônsul Venezuela</title><content type='html'>Ao ouvir um diplomata falar, não espere nada além de patriotismo. Até aí, tudo bem. Afinal é importante vestir a “camisa do time”. Mas ouvir que o Brasi, e outros países capitalistas, possui liberdade de expressão excessiva é um sinal amarelo. Como assim, cara pálida? Acredito que o sr. Edgar Gonzalez, cônsul da Venezuela, desconhece nossa Constituição Federal.&lt;br /&gt;O inciso IX, do art. 5º o texto é claro: “É livre a expressão da atividade intelectual, artística, científica e de comunicação, independentemente de censura ou licença.” O texto constitucional repele a censura prévia. Porém, a liberdade de imprensa não é absoluta. Pode haver responsabilização do autor e/ou responsável pelas notícias injuriosas, difamantes, mentirosas, se causou danos materiais ou morais.&lt;br /&gt;É muito louvável a defesa, com propriedade, que o sr. Edgar faz do presidente de seu país. Falou da trajetória da Venezuela e, hoje, diante da crise mundial dos países capitalistas, sente-se orgulhoso pela soberania e dignidade da Venezuela com um Socialismo do século XXI.&lt;br /&gt;Capitalismo é algo abominado pelo cônsul e, como ele é o representante do seu país, acredita-se que esta é a voz do povo. Que, por sinal, vai muito bem, obrigado. O analfabetismo está quase erradicado, criou-se aldeias universitárias, as favelas possuem atendimento de enfermeiros, há investimento na formação de médicos, o seguro social avança e os indicadores econômicos mostram uma boa reserva que está sendo revertida para o povo.&lt;br /&gt;Sr. Edgar Gonzalez não perdeu a oportunidade de, no final de suas colocações, plantar a sementinha de que o Brasil se daria muito bem neste modelo de Socialismo do século XXI. Temos água, biodiversidade rica, alimento e energia com reserva para mais de 30 anos. Que maravilha! Diante de tanta coisa boa deu até para sonhar em aceitar seu convite para ver, de perto, a maravilha que a Venezuela está se tornando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-4149437543768629017?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/4149437543768629017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=4149437543768629017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/4149437543768629017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/4149437543768629017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/10/cnsul-venezuela.html' title='Cônsul Venezuela'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-6181730733927205728</id><published>2008-09-23T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:03:25.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SNk8xpUUnRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SJNSUlQONWE/s1600-h/FeiraSCristovao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249293664279371026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SNk8xpUUnRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SJNSUlQONWE/s320/FeiraSCristovao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fotografia, é arte daqueles que não sabem, não conseguem, lidar com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Sofrem ao ver o tempo passar, procuram eternizar momentos, belos, feios, diferentes, simples, complexos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo na tentativa, sempre frustrada, de ver o tempo parar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ele passa, os momentos se diluem, a memória falha, o fotógrafo morre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fotografia é o tempo disfarçado de luz, que engana os olhos, a mente, a alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foto mente, a luz fica, o tempo se vai, as emoções se perdem como numa poesia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que nada mais é que o tempo disfarçado de palavras....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Palavras disfarçadas de vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a vida, se escondendo da morte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-6181730733927205728?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/6181730733927205728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=6181730733927205728' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/6181730733927205728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/6181730733927205728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/09/fotografia.html' title='Fotografia'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SNk8xpUUnRI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SJNSUlQONWE/s72-c/FeiraSCristovao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-8216140877805424869</id><published>2008-09-18T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:19:09.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SNKpg3XGWFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YoBnOAySNEE/s1600-h/Carol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247442897921792082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SNKpg3XGWFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YoBnOAySNEE/s320/Carol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SNKnrb0ZjJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QCBmx-F1ptM/s1600-h/Edgar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247440880483798162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SNKnrb0ZjJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QCBmx-F1ptM/s320/Edgar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parte do livro de Juan-David Nasio: o teorema de Stokes diz: "Todo fluxo que circula ao redor de uma borda é igual ao fluxo que passa pelo buraco que essa borda limita", ou seja, "a circulação do fluxo ao redor da borda de uma superfície é igual ao fluxo que passa pela área dessa superfície".&lt;br /&gt;Para nós, a superfície é uma espécie de buraco; posto que se trata da pálpebra, traço as duas linhas da pálpebra, faço a fenda palpebral; a área interna é o buraco, então, o que circula ao redor da pálpebra passa pelo buraco da pálpebra. Mas não passa de uma maneira qualquer". Em cada momento, um fluxo de imagens e sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-8216140877805424869?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/8216140877805424869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=8216140877805424869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8216140877805424869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8216140877805424869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/09/fluxo.html' title='Fluxo'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SNKpg3XGWFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YoBnOAySNEE/s72-c/Carol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-7550541199986932623</id><published>2008-09-18T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:29:48.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atrasos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SNKb8cqGeDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vrqveBrfJgw/s1600-h/Banda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247427978627282994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SNKb8cqGeDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vrqveBrfJgw/s320/Banda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você tem duas opções quando está esperando por alguém, que não chega, considerando que esta pessoa faz parte de uma missão profissional: ou fica extremamente irritado, ou aproveita para ocupar a mente com o que acontece ao redor. No pensamento uma frase: "vou esganar essa criatura!" Detalhe: o celular não pega. Não há como saber onde essa pessoa está e, o mais importante, se ela vem. Pelo menos uma coisa boa: ninguém mais pode ligar. Não é uma tarefa fácil você aceitar resignadamente que esperar poder ser interessante e abrir seus olhos. Afinal, nada mais pode interferir. As pessoas, seus rostos, seus mundos. Muitas vezes pessoas do outro lado do mundo. Santa Tereza é realmente muito interessante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duas horas depois e muita coisa vista, a missão começa a ser cumprida. No final, fico agradecida. O resultado ficou ótimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-7550541199986932623?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/7550541199986932623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=7550541199986932623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/7550541199986932623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/7550541199986932623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/09/atrasos.html' title='Atrasos'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SNKb8cqGeDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/vrqveBrfJgw/s72-c/Banda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-8335656006000936294</id><published>2008-09-10T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:55:02.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Existe "virada"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SMhePiNLrpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zc23D317G30/s1600-h/Robertinho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244545387046088338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SMhePiNLrpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zc23D317G30/s320/Robertinho2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ainda temos chance de produzir uma "virada" civilizatória ou seremos obrigados a nos conformar com a barbárie transformada em sitema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-8335656006000936294?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/8335656006000936294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=8335656006000936294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8335656006000936294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8335656006000936294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/09/existe-virada.html' title='Existe &quot;virada&quot;?'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SMhePiNLrpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zc23D317G30/s72-c/Robertinho2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-2223187847409682552</id><published>2008-08-30T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:36:33.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnZaJUGVAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MuBqEsQ5nIM/s1600-h/Robertinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240458684622328834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnZaJUGVAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MuBqEsQ5nIM/s320/Robertinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quem vê não somos nós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não são os olhos do corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem vê é o eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-2223187847409682552?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/2223187847409682552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=2223187847409682552' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2223187847409682552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2223187847409682552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/08/ver.html' title='Ver'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnZaJUGVAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MuBqEsQ5nIM/s72-c/Robertinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-3085796354730313659</id><published>2008-08-30T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:26:15.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balzac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnXBQssU1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/JauaCOkMo88/s1600-h/DalghysP%2BB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240456058084545362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnXBQssU1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/JauaCOkMo88/s320/DalghysP%2BB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"O desprezo geral constitui o mais terrível dos castigos, porque atinge a mulher no coração, e elas devem todas se empenhar em ser respeitadas, porque sem estima deixam de existir: por isso é o primeiro sentimento que elas pedem ao amor".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter-se a si mesma deveria bastar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas não basta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quer-se mais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quer ser mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-3085796354730313659?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/3085796354730313659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=3085796354730313659' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3085796354730313659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3085796354730313659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/08/balzac.html' title='Balzac'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnXBQssU1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/JauaCOkMo88/s72-c/DalghysP%2BB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-2498630796206900164</id><published>2008-08-30T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:04:22.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comunicar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnR66qt2CI/AAAAAAAAADw/M4FS5qM1TUc/s1600-h/MaeMaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240450451533322274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnR66qt2CI/AAAAAAAAADw/M4FS5qM1TUc/s320/MaeMaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A arte comunica coisas da ordem do mundo, entretanto o modo com o qual ela realiza o ato comunicativo é que lhe confere singularidade e riqueza, razão pela qual a linguagem da arte não pode prescindir da cumplicidade de um "leitor" em quem não deve faltar a astúcia interpretativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-2498630796206900164?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/2498630796206900164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=2498630796206900164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2498630796206900164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2498630796206900164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/08/comunicar.html' title='Comunicar'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnR66qt2CI/AAAAAAAAADw/M4FS5qM1TUc/s72-c/MaeMaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-6476195938838980482</id><published>2008-08-30T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:55:36.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O morcego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnPnG-CcKI/AAAAAAAAADo/eh33GTW2Sug/s1600-h/SolManaus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240447912214950050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnPnG-CcKI/AAAAAAAAADo/eh33GTW2Sug/s320/SolManaus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meia noite. Ao meu quarto me recolho.&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus! E este morcego! E, agora vêde:&lt;br /&gt;Na bruta ardência orgâniga da sede,&lt;br /&gt;Morde-me a guéla ígneo e escaldante molho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Vou mandar levantar outra parede ..."-&lt;br /&gt;Digo. Ergo-me a tremer. Fecho o ferrolho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E olho o tecto. E vejo-o ainda, igual a um olho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Circularmente sobre a minha rede!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pego um pau. Esforços faço. Chego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A toca-lo. Minha alma se concentra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que ventre produziu tão feio parto?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Consciência Humana é este morcego!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por mais que a gente faça, à noite, ele entra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imperceptivelmente em nosso quarto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Augusto dos Anjos&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/8475358709197785073-6476195938838980482?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/6476195938838980482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=6476195938838980482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/6476195938838980482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/6476195938838980482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/08/o-morcego.html' title='O morcego'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnPnG-CcKI/AAAAAAAAADo/eh33GTW2Sug/s72-c/SolManaus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-4919996321107539995</id><published>2008-08-30T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:27:40.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Municipal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnJTCe7DKI/AAAAAAAAADg/tsoB0hCnhkE/s1600-h/MeninoMunicipal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240440970343550114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnJTCe7DKI/AAAAAAAAADg/tsoB0hCnhkE/s320/MeninoMunicipal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem disse que criança não gosta de música clássica? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste tempo onde tudo se dissolve tão rapidamente, onde não há tempo para absorver boa música, bom livro, esta cena me desconstruiu durante o trabalho. O pai todo tatuado, a mãe (com todo respeito) carinha de dona-de-casa e o filho ficou o tempo todo vidrado na música da Orquestra Sinfônica Brasileira. Uma cena linda. É só apresentar coisas boas que as crianças também são capazes de apreciar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indo contra a beleza juvenil, a cena que acabei de ver hoje foi chocante. Tudo bem, já sabemos que o jovem está "perdido"... que não é mais como antigamente... Isso que nossos avós falam e que me vi falando hoje também! Enquanto esperava meu filho cortar o cabelo, pela porta de vidro, um grupo de jovens, onde o mais velho não passava dos 14 anos, estava pronto pra "partir". Dois deles levavam um saco com 15 latinhas de cerveja, mais ou menos, cada um. Fala sério! Será que já estão na idade de beber sábado à noite, ou eu estou ficando velha careta demais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que eu queria mesmo era implantar um chip no cérebro do meu filho com informações do tipo: isso pode, isso NÃO PODE!!! Dizer, eu já digo. Será que minha voz não ficará tão baixinha na hora que a "galera" estiver falando alto? Alguém tem alguma receita?&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/8475358709197785073-4919996321107539995?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/4919996321107539995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=4919996321107539995' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/4919996321107539995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/4919996321107539995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/08/municipal.html' title='Municipal'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SLnJTCe7DKI/AAAAAAAAADg/tsoB0hCnhkE/s72-c/MeninoMunicipal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-8371805941352974837</id><published>2008-08-19T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:36:39.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fazer poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SKrpyOS_hqI/AAAAAAAAADY/sVJMRf6o3zk/s1600-h/Arpoador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236254565812111010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SKrpyOS_hqI/AAAAAAAAADY/sVJMRf6o3zk/s320/Arpoador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me sinto fragmentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que se unem numa só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma só pessoa, que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vive mundos diferentes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;transita por entre imaginários distintos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de pessoas distintas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tratando de serem felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-8371805941352974837?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/8371805941352974837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=8371805941352974837' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8371805941352974837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8371805941352974837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/08/fazer-poesia.html' title='Fazer poesia'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SKrpyOS_hqI/AAAAAAAAADY/sVJMRf6o3zk/s72-c/Arpoador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-8129130009118003569</id><published>2008-08-14T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T06:30:22.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SKQzZCaQyUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-qsPpWvFi9M/s1600-h/FlorJardim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234365172148128066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SKQzZCaQyUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-qsPpWvFi9M/s320/FlorJardim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“E, quando aprendemos melhor a divertir-nos, esquecemo-nos melhor de fazer mal aos outros e de inventar dores”. Assim falou Zaratustra.&lt;br /&gt;Um jantar, um encontro com duas pessoas queridas, capaz de operar o milagre da vida, do querer viver. De que vale a existência nessa terra, muitas vezes tão conturbada, tão corrida? Valem os amigos, as paisagens, o isolar do mundo e passear pelos pensamentos mais abstratos, os sonhos. Ver meu filho crescendo, participando, sonhando, aceitando. Aceitando que as pessoas são diferentes, os grupos, mesmo diferentes, têm sempre algo a dizer. E ele também diz, fala, não se cala. Transita entre dois mundos facilmente. Vive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-8129130009118003569?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/8129130009118003569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=8129130009118003569' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8129130009118003569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8129130009118003569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/08/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SKQzZCaQyUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-qsPpWvFi9M/s72-c/FlorJardim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-9047828789483594275</id><published>2008-08-05T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:31.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia a dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SJixmWvOliI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcHLIcu0JLY/s1600-h/Botao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231126239687644706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SJixmWvOliI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcHLIcu0JLY/s320/Botao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não é maravilhoso acompanhar o desabrochar de uma rosa? Talvez poucos tenham os olhos abertos e o coração capaz de ver o milagre da vida. Um encanto. Doce viver com você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-9047828789483594275?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/9047828789483594275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=9047828789483594275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/9047828789483594275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/9047828789483594275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/08/dia-dia.html' title='Dia a dia'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SJixmWvOliI/AAAAAAAAADI/PcHLIcu0JLY/s72-c/Botao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-8788881777354752561</id><published>2008-07-26T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:31.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SIvBEloerdI/AAAAAAAAADA/Lm-SPk5Ymcs/s1600-h/Vela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227484077059124690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SIvBEloerdI/AAAAAAAAADA/Lm-SPk5Ymcs/s320/Vela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale a pena ser discreto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei bem se vale a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O melhor é estar quieto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ter a cara serena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-8788881777354752561?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/8788881777354752561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=8788881777354752561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8788881777354752561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/8788881777354752561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-diga-nada.html' title='Sem dizer'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SIvBEloerdI/AAAAAAAAADA/Lm-SPk5Ymcs/s72-c/Vela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-5577181916155789742</id><published>2008-07-21T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:32.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SISzGdBxZ5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/AegGQpkqsEU/s1600-h/Casalp%2Bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225498391109265298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SISzGdBxZ5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/AegGQpkqsEU/s320/Casalp%2Bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;atomicelement id="ms__id15"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SISyFdvfpMI/AAAAAAAAACw/01juVkloJTA/s1600-h/Casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coisas interessantes anotadas na agenda:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Laços que teriam fundamentos no reconhecimento de duas liberdades. Esse casal equilibrado não é uma utopia; existe por vezes dentro do quadro do casamento, o mais das vezes fora. Aguns são unidos por um grande amor sexual que os deixa livres em suas amizades e ocupação; outros são ligados por uma amizade que não entrava sua liberdade sexual; há, o mais raramente, os que são ao mesmo tempo amigos e amantes, mas sem procurar um no outro sua razão exclusiva de viver. Numeroas matizes são possíveis nas relações de um homem com uma mulher: na camaradagem, no prazer, na confiança, na ternura, na cumplicidade, no amor, podem ser um para o outro a mais fecunda fonte de alegria, de riqueza, de força que se propõe um ser humano."&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/8475358709197785073-5577181916155789742?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/5577181916155789742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=5577181916155789742' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/5577181916155789742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/5577181916155789742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/07/sobre-casamento.html' title='Sobre casamento'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SISzGdBxZ5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/AegGQpkqsEU/s72-c/Casalp%2Bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-7499029207067648356</id><published>2008-07-16T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:32.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SH4KvUUHgZI/AAAAAAAAACo/HDPO59qQbvo/s1600-h/MaeSanto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223624425819570578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SH4KvUUHgZI/AAAAAAAAACo/HDPO59qQbvo/s320/MaeSanto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A câmara (de imagem) faz de cada pessoa um turista na realidade dos outros e, eventualmente, na sua própria realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susan Sontag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... continuo a ouvir o toc-toc da obra do vizinho, toc-toc em minha mente: rua... rua... rua....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-7499029207067648356?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/7499029207067648356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=7499029207067648356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/7499029207067648356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/7499029207067648356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/07/realidade.html' title='Realidade'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SH4KvUUHgZI/AAAAAAAAACo/HDPO59qQbvo/s72-c/MaeSanto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-460171105898556590</id><published>2008-07-14T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:32.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo pra pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SHtZUuf80iI/AAAAAAAAACg/rv0sDOEAnYc/s1600-h/FlorJardimRosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222866405480518178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SHtZUuf80iI/AAAAAAAAACg/rv0sDOEAnYc/s320/FlorJardimRosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Para ver muitas coisas precisamos aprender a olhar para longe de nós... Assim falou Zaratustra"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amarrada, atada, impossibilitada de me mexer. Só resta a liberdade da mente que leva a vislumbrar horizontes distantes. Jamais pensei que o segundo andar de minha casa fosse parecer tão distante... Que o fato de não ver minhas plantas fosse me causar tanta saudade e, vê-las fosse me trazer tanto prazer, renovar minhas energias, abrir os horizontes de minha mente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem assisti novamente Janela da alma. Ouvi coisas tão lindas que já não me lembrava mais: as imagens que vemos são mediadas por nossos sentimentos. Isso explica o fato de que ver minhas plantas, minhas flores recém desabrochadas me trouxe uma vontade a mais de ficar logo boa pra poder ir pra rua!! Pra rua!! Rua: caminho de casas, muros ou árvores numa povoação; casas que ladeiam esse caminho; habitantes dessas casas; a plebe; o espaço compreendido entre as filas de qualquer plantação; interj. exprime despedida violenta.&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/8475358709197785073-460171105898556590?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/460171105898556590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=460171105898556590' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/460171105898556590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/460171105898556590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/07/tempo-pra-pensar.html' title='Tempo pra pensar'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SHtZUuf80iI/AAAAAAAAACg/rv0sDOEAnYc/s72-c/FlorJardimRosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-1906316531913388290</id><published>2008-07-07T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:32.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gato figura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SHIaUhS2jPI/AAAAAAAAACY/LoWjMI4CA5Q/s1600-h/LeoJardim2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220263857912974578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SHIaUhS2jPI/AAAAAAAAACY/LoWjMI4CA5Q/s320/LeoJardim2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O gato é um bicho de estimação único. Tive um persa 14 anos que foi meu companheiro, me ajudou (pasmem) quando meu filho era pequeno e só eu sei que ele realmente entendia o que eu dizia. Particularmente, eu não gosto de cachorro. A dependência psicológica do cachorro me incomoda profundamente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O animal de estimação costuma se adaptar ao estilo dos donos e, no caso do felino, à casa. Ganhei este gato, o Léo, há quase um ano. Ele é muito engraçado! Dê uma olhada no vídeo. Depois me conta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Efc5rK52eNk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Efc5rK52eNk&lt;/a&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/8475358709197785073-1906316531913388290?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/1906316531913388290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=1906316531913388290' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/1906316531913388290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/1906316531913388290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/07/gato-figura.html' title='Gato figura'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SHIaUhS2jPI/AAAAAAAAACY/LoWjMI4CA5Q/s72-c/LeoJardim2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-2452838445767970492</id><published>2008-06-30T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:33.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGlB8xrAy7I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZC--xc4RnqU/s1600-h/Sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217774155667131314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGlB8xrAy7I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZC--xc4RnqU/s320/Sorriso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tudo é liberdade: podes porque queres. A vontade liberta, porque a liberdade é criadora. Assim falou Zaratustra".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-2452838445767970492?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/2452838445767970492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=2452838445767970492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2452838445767970492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/2452838445767970492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/06/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGlB8xrAy7I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZC--xc4RnqU/s72-c/Sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-653526929840612686</id><published>2008-06-26T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:33.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavalo de santo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGQPXiBOXjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wy2XFrTAjQE/s1600-h/Batizado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216311165345226290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGQPXiBOXjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wy2XFrTAjQE/s320/Batizado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse é o nome da exposição de Mirian Fichtner que estará no Centro Cultural da Justiça Federal RJ até dia 29. Pensamos que a maior comunidade espírita do Brasil está na Bahia, mas não está. No Sul é que se encontra a maior quantidade de religiões afro-brasileiras. Fazem despachos para proteger a cidade (incrível) e até no shopping!! Isso mesmo! Bem no meio do corredor! E olha que ninguém mexe e fica ali, exposta até o dia do despacho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Corram pois o material está incrível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tem também a exposição Reciclando o olhar de Sergio Cezar com maquetes de papelão. Muito boa. Em outra sala Destaques do fotojornalismo internacional. Tudo muito emocionante.&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/8475358709197785073-653526929840612686?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/653526929840612686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=653526929840612686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/653526929840612686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/653526929840612686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/06/cavalo-de-santo.html' title='Cavalo de santo'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGQPXiBOXjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wy2XFrTAjQE/s72-c/Batizado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-3372576270515940604</id><published>2008-06-25T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:33.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conhecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGLk4uq6crI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mMGwWT7TK1U/s1600-h/MeninaBaixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215982981700285106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGLk4uq6crI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mMGwWT7TK1U/s320/MeninaBaixa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tive um professor neste semestre que me marcou pro resto da vida: Ivo Lucchesi. Pra mim, o cara é um gênio. Seu humor, sua pontualidade e seu conhecimento são inesquecíveis. O conteúdo que ele "me" passou, digo "me" pois 90% dos alunos não conseguem nem chegar perto do horizonte que ele aponta, faz uma grande diferença no meu trabalho. Dentre muitas coisas que li indicadas por ele, vou passar essa pérola:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Para Kant, o mundo é o lugar no qual o sujeito, pelo investimento no saber, conquista a emancipação, condição mediante a qual o sujeito se habilita a desfrutar da liberdade".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-3372576270515940604?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/3372576270515940604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=3372576270515940604' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3372576270515940604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3372576270515940604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/06/conhecimento.html' title='Conhecimento'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGLk4uq6crI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mMGwWT7TK1U/s72-c/MeninaBaixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-220903377241308207</id><published>2008-06-24T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:33.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGF3j15LHqI/AAAAAAAAABc/3wZJ8csGxuA/s1600-h/AereaCorcovado2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215581301117755042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGF3j15LHqI/AAAAAAAAABc/3wZJ8csGxuA/s320/AereaCorcovado2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiz uma matéria ontem e hj com vários artistas do neo-concretismo e cada um tem uma relação única com sua arte. Todas muito diferentes. E tudo isso muito diferente do mundo que vivo. E olha que vivo muuuuito!!! A relação do artista com sua arte tem outro tempo. Esse tempo que me perseguiu ontem, hoje... é tudo diferente. Que mundo é esse? No fundo, construímos um mundo pra nós, com nossas coisas, nosso tempo. O que não dá é ficar perseguindo a velocidade que nos é exigida nesse "mundo moderno". Vi uma definição desse planeta que vivemos muito interessante:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"... num espaço infinito, inúmeras esferas luminosas em torno das quais rodam dezenas de outras menores, quentes no centro e cobertas com uma casca dura e fria onde uma névoa bolorenta originou a vida e os seres conhecidos. Esta é a realidade, o mundo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós somos quase nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-220903377241308207?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/220903377241308207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=220903377241308207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/220903377241308207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/220903377241308207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-mundo.html' title='O mundo'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGF3j15LHqI/AAAAAAAAABc/3wZJ8csGxuA/s72-c/AereaCorcovado2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-9161327472721281436</id><published>2008-06-22T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:34.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me encaixar em você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF76iYY22WI/AAAAAAAAABU/6hhWvucorn4/s1600-h/FlorEncaixe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214880887110818146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF76iYY22WI/AAAAAAAAABU/6hhWvucorn4/s320/FlorEncaixe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero me entrelaçar em suas pernas num encaixe perfeito dos que se querem bem.&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/8475358709197785073-9161327472721281436?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/9161327472721281436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=9161327472721281436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/9161327472721281436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/9161327472721281436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-encaixar-em-voc.html' title='Me encaixar em você'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF76iYY22WI/AAAAAAAAABU/6hhWvucorn4/s72-c/FlorEncaixe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-3501672529291927939</id><published>2008-06-22T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:34.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher de um homem só</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF74gE4sggI/AAAAAAAAABE/_b-p8IubAzE/s1600-h/MulherHomemSo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214878648492655106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF74gE4sggI/AAAAAAAAABE/_b-p8IubAzE/s320/MulherHomemSo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem resolve ser "mulher de um homem só" não é menos livre do que a mulher que intenciona ter o máximo de relações possível. Todas as teorias são claustrofóbicas, pois a tendência é sermos engolidos por elas e nos vermos obrigados a seguir um rumo que talvez não seja condizente com nossa inclinação emocional. Seguir nosso desejo é o que nos torna livres, e o desejo é variável, mutante, inclassificável - não pode ser considerado moderno ou antigo, é o que é.&lt;br /&gt;E, mesmo que consigamos obedecer apenas aos nossos instintos mais naturais, com toda liberdade que isso implica, ainda assim pagaremos um tributo ao sofrimento, porque viver, seja da maneira que for, nunca será fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-3501672529291927939?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/3501672529291927939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=3501672529291927939' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3501672529291927939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3501672529291927939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/06/mulher-de-um-homem-s.html' title='Mulher de um homem só'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF74gE4sggI/AAAAAAAAABE/_b-p8IubAzE/s72-c/MulherHomemSo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-3832222736302605357</id><published>2008-06-22T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:34.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGF5pSvOmvI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZKQDMMNjyWo/s1600-h/Loucura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215583593783270130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGF5pSvOmvI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZKQDMMNjyWo/s320/Loucura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF72z-A1xxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XQrR44W-ZHs/s1600-h/Loucura.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Devemos encarar com tolerância toda loucura, fracasso e vício dos outros, sabendo que encaramos apenas nossas próprias loucuras, fracassos e vícios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-3832222736302605357?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/3832222736302605357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=3832222736302605357' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3832222736302605357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/3832222736302605357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/06/loucura.html' title='Loucura'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGF5pSvOmvI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZKQDMMNjyWo/s72-c/Loucura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-375459080195440655</id><published>2008-06-22T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:34.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciúme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF71HWfF5oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1VFXkv_GHuM/s1600-h/ciume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214874925185492610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF71HWfF5oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1VFXkv_GHuM/s320/ciume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O ciúme ronda a chama da paixão. Muito cuidado para esta chama não ser apagada por ele.&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/8475358709197785073-375459080195440655?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/375459080195440655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=375459080195440655' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/375459080195440655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/375459080195440655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/06/cime.html' title='Ciúme'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF71HWfF5oI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1VFXkv_GHuM/s72-c/ciume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-4106871102553032012</id><published>2008-06-22T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:34.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma gota de tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF70lRTPD6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMxMapU1Ocs/s1600-h/Gota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214874339678031778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF70lRTPD6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMxMapU1Ocs/s320/Gota.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuidar para não nos perdermos na cotidianice da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-4106871102553032012?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/4106871102553032012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=4106871102553032012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/4106871102553032012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/4106871102553032012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-gota-de-tudo.html' title='Uma gota de tudo'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF70lRTPD6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/IMxMapU1Ocs/s72-c/Gota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-6997536440031591587</id><published>2008-06-22T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:34.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGF6H07OBXI/AAAAAAAAABs/6qhkoc7MLM0/s1600-h/Fogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215584118356444530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGF6H07OBXI/AAAAAAAAABs/6qhkoc7MLM0/s320/Fogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF7zVI98SLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QysxMGYqs1Q/s1600-h/Fogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF7x7E7q15I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ljD24jj4LKA/s1600-h/Fogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nosso tesão está como fogo que incendeia nossos corpos. Em algum momento esta chama irá se tornar brasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu desejo é alimentar esta brasa para que ela aqueça nossos corações por muitos invernos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8475358709197785073-6997536440031591587?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/6997536440031591587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=6997536440031591587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/6997536440031591587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/6997536440031591587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/06/fogo.html' title='Fogo'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SGF6H07OBXI/AAAAAAAAABs/6qhkoc7MLM0/s72-c/Fogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8475358709197785073.post-7985221102171771783</id><published>2008-06-22T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:16:35.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Este é apenas o início</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF7iRrXCA0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/t86xu6xBkpE/s1600-h/foto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214854211866592066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF7iRrXCA0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/t86xu6xBkpE/s320/foto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh se eu pudesse dizer tudo, mostrar tudo... viver tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8475358709197785073-7985221102171771783?l=oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/feeds/7985221102171771783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8475358709197785073&amp;postID=7985221102171771783' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/7985221102171771783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8475358709197785073/posts/default/7985221102171771783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oqueosolhosnaoveemocoracaonaosente.blogspot.com/2008/06/este-apenas-o-incio.html' title='Este é apenas o início'/><author><name>Jaqueline Machado</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822559866109718212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsnEzE6plyk/SF7iRrXCA0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/t86xu6xBkpE/s72-c/foto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
