<?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-2483367337330228353</id><updated>2012-02-17T21:12:24.117-03:00</updated><category term='gatos'/><category term='pintura'/><category term='cristão'/><category term='análise literária'/><category term='leitura'/><category term='FLE'/><category term='2011'/><category term='moda'/><category term='arquitetura'/><category term='contos'/><category term='festa'/><category term='música'/><category term='recomendados'/><category term='curiosidade'/><category term='ficção'/><category term='aventura'/><category term='escultura'/><category term='filme'/><category term='personalidades'/><category term='Hitchcock'/><category term='conde de monte-cristo'/><category term='sites'/><category term='Francês'/><category term='romance'/><category term='elogios'/><category term='urghh'/><category term='escritores'/><category term='drama'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='listas'/><category term='guias/manuais'/><category term='citações'/><category term='Tintin'/><category term='Bíblia'/><category term='infantil'/><category term='Rio de Janeiro'/><category term='viagens'/><category term='dicionário'/><category term='serviços'/><category term='suspense'/><category term='policial'/><category term='teatro'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='biografia'/><category term='comédia/humor'/><category term='animal'/><category term='histórico'/><category term='quadrinhos (HQ)'/><category term='clássico'/><category term='crônicas'/><category term='orgulho e preconceito'/><title type='text'>Esvaziando a prateleira</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>568</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-2000454934207772387</id><published>2012-02-17T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T21:12:24.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miau!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_640061209"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_640061210"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Soube hoje, pela Nélida Capela do blog "&lt;a href="http://lectorinfabula.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lector in Fabula&lt;/a&gt;", que este é o dia internacional dos gatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já adotei a minha: Madame Bijou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKoL1cGAKZM/Tz7sfGCQqYI/AAAAAAAAExE/U3EHrgmkIIc/s1600/Bijou+julho+2008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKoL1cGAKZM/Tz7sfGCQqYI/AAAAAAAAExE/U3EHrgmkIIc/s400/Bijou+julho+2008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miau para vocês!&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/2483367337330228353-2000454934207772387?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/2000454934207772387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/02/miau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2000454934207772387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2000454934207772387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/02/miau.html' title='Miau!'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uKoL1cGAKZM/Tz7sfGCQqYI/AAAAAAAAExE/U3EHrgmkIIc/s72-c/Bijou+julho+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-5864218629472332237</id><published>2012-02-06T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T09:00:01.163-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francês'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comédia/humor'/><title type='text'>Pequenos suicídios entre amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIG803nc0kk/TyHgGYx_zrI/AAAAAAAAEq0/fGxX5nThLUE/s1600/Arto_Paasilinna_Petits_suicides_entre_amis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIG803nc0kk/TyHgGYx_zrI/AAAAAAAAEq0/fGxX5nThLUE/s320/Arto_Paasilinna_Petits_suicides_entre_amis.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petits suicides entre amis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arto&amp;nbsp; Paasilinna (1990)&lt;br /&gt;trad. para o francês de Anne Colin du Terrail &lt;br /&gt;Folio (292 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humor negro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um homem que pretendia se matar com um tiro se dirige a um galpão e encontra outro, preparando uma corda para se enforcar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum deles se mata, é claro, e eles ficam amigos. Conversam sobre suas vidas e os motivos que os levaram a este ato extremo. Passam um fim-de-semana juntos, pescando, fazendo sauna (o livro é Finlandês), e percebem como o fato de compartilhar o suicídio os ajudou a ficar vivos.&lt;br /&gt;Decidem, então, estender esse benefício a outros potenciais suicidas e publicam um anúncio em um jornal.&lt;br /&gt;E vai por aí.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Achei a sinopse super interessante, mas o livro não corresponde.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei ao fim porque sou teimosa.&amp;nbsp; Se não fosse, tinha largado, logo no início.&lt;br /&gt;Não que seja insuportável, mas é fraco, bem fraco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 25/01/2012]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-5864218629472332237?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/5864218629472332237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/02/pequenos-suicidios-entre-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5864218629472332237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5864218629472332237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/02/pequenos-suicidios-entre-amigos.html' title='Pequenos suicídios entre amigos'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIG803nc0kk/TyHgGYx_zrI/AAAAAAAAEq0/fGxX5nThLUE/s72-c/Arto_Paasilinna_Petits_suicides_entre_amis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-5693869853753405305</id><published>2012-02-04T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T09:00:02.479-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidades'/><title type='text'>Livros e personalidades - 34</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uDtH-lFzqA/TfTz8_TBsYI/AAAAAAAADVA/kcC5AjmnCpY/s1600/slc-reading.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uDtH-lFzqA/TfTz8_TBsYI/AAAAAAAADVA/kcC5AjmnCpY/s400/slc-reading.gif" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O escritor Mark Twain (1835 - 1910) lendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark Twain é responsável por algumas obras que se tornaram clássicos da literatura:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-principe-e-o-mendigo.html"&gt;O príncipe e o mendigo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As aventuras de Tom Sawyer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aventuras de Huckleberry Finn&lt;/div&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/2483367337330228353-5693869853753405305?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/5693869853753405305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/02/livros-e-personalidades-34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5693869853753405305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5693869853753405305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/02/livros-e-personalidades-34.html' title='Livros e personalidades - 34'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uDtH-lFzqA/TfTz8_TBsYI/AAAAAAAADVA/kcC5AjmnCpY/s72-c/slc-reading.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-5550903224419429009</id><published>2012-02-02T09:00:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T09:00:05.090-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Agora é a sua vez de chorar...</title><content type='html'>Cry me a river.&lt;br /&gt;Essa música é linda, um monte de gente já a gravou, tem uma gravação do Ray Charles que é ótima, mas esta da Dinah Washington, na minha opinião, é imbatível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y6W7bUK8BYw" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Cry me a River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composta por Arthur Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;Interpretada por Dinah Washington &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you say you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;Said you cried the whole night through&lt;br /&gt;Well you can cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I cried a river over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you say you're sorry for being so untrue&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;Just cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;Cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;I cried a river over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drove me&amp;nbsp; (Bye-bye, my love)&lt;br /&gt;You nearly drove me out of my head&lt;br /&gt;(Bye-bye, my love)&lt;br /&gt;While you never shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember? I remember all you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told me love was too plebeian&lt;br /&gt;Told me you were through with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to prove you do&lt;br /&gt;Go on and cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see you cry me a river&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm tired of crying over you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-5550903224419429009?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/5550903224419429009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/02/agora-e-sua-vez-de-chorar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5550903224419429009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5550903224419429009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/02/agora-e-sua-vez-de-chorar.html' title='Agora é a sua vez de chorar...'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y6W7bUK8BYw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-8643164127248243972</id><published>2012-01-29T09:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:52:09.605-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>Técnicas de costura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_lKJoVzx1g/Txl8xmnaMsI/AAAAAAAAEfg/AcpZkDVJXM8/s1600/Professional+Sewing+Techniques+for+Designers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_lKJoVzx1g/Txl8xmnaMsI/AAAAAAAAEfg/AcpZkDVJXM8/s320/Professional+Sewing+Techniques+for+Designers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Professional Sewing Techniques for Designer's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Cole e Sharon Czachor (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Fairchild Books (526 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro se dispõe a dissecar, passo a passo, todo detalhe da construção de roupas. &lt;br /&gt;As duas autoras são professoras de escolas de moda americanas e direcionaram o trabalho para seus alunos de moda na universidade, vendo que os jovens estilistas precisam conhecer como uma roupa é feita para poder bem desenhá-la e criá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um trabalho de fôlego, um grande tijolo, (o livro é grande e pesado) e, se não abrange todo o detalhe de costura possível, cuida da maior parte deles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RvcKAPEamnI/Tx6mKDAbs5I/AAAAAAAAEqk/R8YRYfEydIk/s1600/pstd2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RvcKAPEamnI/Tx6mKDAbs5I/AAAAAAAAEqk/R8YRYfEydIk/s320/pstd2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Depois de uma introdução sobre a importância desse estudo (cap. 1), elas apresentam capítulos&amp;nbsp; sobre ferramentas e pontos (cap. 2), entretelas (cap. 3), pences (cap. 4), bolsos (cap. 5), costuras (cap. 6), pregas e nervuras (cap. 7), zipers (cap. 8), palas e cinturas (cap. 9), babados (cap. 10), golas (cap. 11), acabamentos (cap. 12), punhos (cap. 13), mangas (cap. 14), bainhas (cap. 15), forros  (cap. 16), fechos (cap. 17), um encerramento (cap. 18) e um glossário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as instruções são acompanhadas de desenhos, em geral, muito bem feitos.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBliUIxnuPs/Tx6mMSgk1qI/AAAAAAAAEqs/MBFpagREKKU/s1600/pstd1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iBliUIxnuPs/Tx6mMSgk1qI/AAAAAAAAEqs/MBFpagREKKU/s400/pstd1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como em toda obra de vulto, acontecem alguns problemas. Algumas instruções estão um pouco truncadas (pouquíssimas) e alguns desenhos não correspondem exatamente ao texto. Esse último problema aconteceu, mais vezes, no penúltimo capítulo. Talvez, pela pressa de terminar o livro, a revisão tenha sido mais corrida, não sei... mas é o que parece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada que abale a qualidade do trabalho. &lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei muito. É livro para se ler e consultar sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Só que está em inglês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em: 23/01/2012]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-8643164127248243972?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/8643164127248243972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/tecnicas-de-costura.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/8643164127248243972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4110615075006764756</id><published>2012-01-27T09:00:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:00:13.814-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><title type='text'>Livros e Arte - 34</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDe_Wn3V5_4/Tvki5uuCAfI/AAAAAAAAENM/e0INLzIQ0Lg/s1600/57267kurtsolmsenn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDe_Wn3V5_4/Tvki5uuCAfI/AAAAAAAAENM/e0INLzIQ0Lg/s400/57267kurtsolmsenn.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kurt Solmssen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pintor norueguês, da atualidade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;com várias obras mostrando leitoras:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kurtsolmssen.com/"&gt;http://www.kurtsolmssen.com/&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyjPEYOiGiY/TyIAxkjwOoI/AAAAAAAAEq8/cZZW3W3j1vc/s1600/201beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xyjPEYOiGiY/TyIAxkjwOoI/AAAAAAAAEq8/cZZW3W3j1vc/s400/201beach.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVMvfpXVY98/TyICQ0kgHoI/AAAAAAAAErM/c4ldDlWrMNY/s1600/2003stu.jpg" 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x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tous Les Garçons Et Les Filles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Françoise Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge se promènent dans la rue deux par deux&lt;br /&gt;Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge savent bien ce que c'est d'être heureux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;(Todos os meninos e meninas da minha idade passeiam dois a dois pela rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Todos os meninos e meninas da minha idade sabem bem o que é ser feliz.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et les yeux dans les yeux et la main dans la main&lt;br /&gt;Ils s'en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;(E olhos nos olhos e de mãos dadas eles vão, apaixonados, sem medo do amanhã.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oui mais moi, je vais seule par les rues, l'âme en peine&lt;br /&gt;Oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;(Mas eu vou sozinha pela rua, sofrendo, porque ninguém me ama.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes jours comme mes nuits&lt;br /&gt;Sont en tous points pareils&lt;br /&gt;Sans joies et pleins d'ennuis&lt;br /&gt;Personne ne murmure "je t'aime" à mon oreille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;(Meus dias e noites são em tudo parecidos, sem alegria e cheios de tédio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ninguém murmura "eu te amo" no meu ouvido.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge&lt;br /&gt;Font ensemble des projets d'avenir&lt;br /&gt;Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge&lt;br /&gt;Savent très bien ce qu'aimer veut dire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;(Todos os meninos e meninas da minha idade fazem juntos planos pro futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Todos os meninos e meninas da minha idade sabem muito bem o que quer dizer amar.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et les yeux dans les yeux et la main dans la main&lt;br /&gt;Ils s'en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain&lt;br /&gt;Oui mais moi, je vais seule dans les rues, l'âme en peine&lt;br /&gt;Oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mes jours comme mes nuits sont en tous points pareils&lt;br /&gt;Sans joies et pleins d'ennuis &lt;br /&gt;Oh! quand donc pour moi brillera le soleil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;(Meus dias e noites são em tudo parecidos, sem alegria e cheios de tédio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Oh, quando então brilhará o sol para mim?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge&lt;br /&gt;Connaîtrais-je bientôt ce qu'est l'amour?&lt;br /&gt;Comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge&lt;br /&gt;Je me demande quand viendra le jour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;(Como os meninos e meninas da minha idade, eu vou conhecer o que é o amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Como os meninos e meninas da minha idade, eu me pergunto quando chegará o dia.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Où les yeux dans ses yeux où la main dans sa main&lt;br /&gt;J'aurai le coeur heureux sans peur du lendemain&lt;br /&gt;Le jour où je n'aurai plus du tout l'âme en peine&lt;br /&gt;Le jour où moi aussi j'aurai quelqu'un qui m'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;(Quando com os olhos nos seus olhos e a mão na sua mão, eu terei o coração feliz sem medo do amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;O dia em que não mais sofrerei, o dia em que eu também terei alguém que me ama.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-1695607752168315792?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/1695607752168315792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-297638176956049057</id><published>2012-01-21T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T09:00:00.590-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Como roubar um milhão de dólares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pL5m5F8rYDQ/TwpEnEiASaI/AAAAAAAAEdY/MUo3zwMxDOY/s1600/Como+roubar+um+milhao+de+dolares+%25281966%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pL5m5F8rYDQ/TwpEnEiASaI/AAAAAAAAEdY/MUo3zwMxDOY/s320/Como+roubar+um+milhao+de+dolares+%25281966%2529.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Como roubar um milhão de dólares (How to steal a million)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dir. William Wyler (1966)&lt;br /&gt;com Audrey Hepburn e Peter O'Toole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comédia romântica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Paris, filha de falsário de pinturas tenta convencer o pai a abandonar a prática, mas ele tem orgulho dos "seus" quadros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não contente, o pai ainda emprestou uma estátua de sua coleção (que havia sido esculpida por seu pai, tendo a mãe como modelo) para uma exposição em um museu, situado ao lado do palácio do presidente, ou seja, cercado de guardas por todos os lados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdUvdrjQnl8/TwpEpaCP8eI/AAAAAAAAEdg/tOqG2BMVIlU/s1600/How-to-Steal-a-Million-papai+e+a+estatua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdUvdrjQnl8/TwpEpaCP8eI/AAAAAAAAEdg/tOqG2BMVIlU/s400/How-to-Steal-a-Million-papai+e+a+estatua.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Papai entrega a vovó, quer dizer... a estátua..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na noite da abertura da exposição, ela surpreende, em casa, um intruso, que tinha em mãos justamente a última pintura do pai, um "Van Gogh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ENWSFbkgRs/TwpKbxuBj1I/AAAAAAAAEd8/I973xso5LUE/s1600/peter+otoole.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ENWSFbkgRs/TwpKbxuBj1I/AAAAAAAAEd8/I973xso5LUE/s200/peter+otoole.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O intruso era, obviamente, Peter O'Toole, e eles se apaixonam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coisa complica quando o museu avisa que, por exigência da seguradora, a obra passará por testes de rotina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela, então, tentando proteger o pai, decide roubar a estátua, com a ajuda do "ladrão de quadros" que, é claro, não consegue dizer não a ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gEybu-Pf2i0/TwpEjLOeafI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/1cCa-tuNYb4/s1600/ritz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gEybu-Pf2i0/TwpEjLOeafI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/1cCa-tuNYb4/s320/ritz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O convite para o roubo, no Ritz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FkqDEalGx10/TwpEicCUs6I/AAAAAAAAEdI/ORudRNEb7wY/s1600/AUDREY-HEPBURN-AND-PETER-OTOOLE-ON-THE-SET-OF-HOW-TO-STEAL-A-MILLION-1965-3-C30556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FkqDEalGx10/TwpEicCUs6I/AAAAAAAAEdI/ORudRNEb7wY/s320/AUDREY-HEPBURN-AND-PETER-OTOOLE-ON-THE-SET-OF-HOW-TO-STEAL-A-MILLION-1965-3-C30556.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Além do casal, cujo talento dispensa elogios maiores, o filme conta com um ótimo elenco: o pai, Hugh Griffith, fantástico,&amp;nbsp; o noivo americano, vivido por Eli Wallach, que está ótimo, e os guardas, Jacques Marin e Moustache (impagáveis), além da participação, sempre especial, de Charles Boyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um dos meus filmes favoritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EF0cUqTySxU/TwpHyCUHc0I/AAAAAAAAEdo/NDeOaCJfl6s/s1600/kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EF0cUqTySxU/TwpHyCUHc0I/AAAAAAAAEdo/NDeOaCJfl6s/s1600/kiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois têm uma química incrível (são altos, igualmente magros e a idade combina) e&amp;nbsp; o roteiro é muito ágil, tem suspense, comédia, romance, tudo muito bem dosado, com ótimos diálogos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cenas no armário do museu são ótimas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se não bastasse, ela foi vestida por Givenchy, e os dois aparecem dirigindo conversíveis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYQoebxotg0/TwpEhXrqboI/AAAAAAAAEdA/wSl2LCbztBE/s1600/william-wyler-audrey-hepburn-how-to-steal-a-million.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INcByuke0Rk/TwpAjbJGRrI/AAAAAAAAEcw/CwzJFiIxGuQ/s1600/jaguar.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INcByuke0Rk/TwpAjbJGRrI/AAAAAAAAEcw/CwzJFiIxGuQ/s400/jaguar.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele um jaguar amarelo (lindo!) e ela, um carrinho italiano Autobianchi, que é um sonho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4sTiF_skuA/TwpAlX3TgpI/AAAAAAAAEc4/_BT-iBkuaz0/s1600/How+to+Steal+a+Million+autobianchi.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z4sTiF_skuA/TwpAlX3TgpI/AAAAAAAAEc4/_BT-iBkuaz0/s320/How+to+Steal+a+Million+autobianchi.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É filme para comprar e ver quarenta mil vezes, do tipo que é capaz de levantar o ânimo de qualquer um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYQoebxotg0/TwpEhXrqboI/AAAAAAAAEdA/wSl2LCbztBE/s1600/william-wyler-audrey-hepburn-how-to-steal-a-million.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DYQoebxotg0/TwpEhXrqboI/AAAAAAAAEdA/wSl2LCbztBE/s320/william-wyler-audrey-hepburn-how-to-steal-a-million.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;William Wyler e Audrey Hepburn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Recomendado para os piores e melhores dias.&lt;br /&gt;Veja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti muitas vezes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-297638176956049057?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/297638176956049057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/como-roubar-um-milhao-de-dolares.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/297638176956049057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/297638176956049057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/como-roubar-um-milhao-de-dolares.html' title='Como roubar um milhão de dólares'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pL5m5F8rYDQ/TwpEnEiASaI/AAAAAAAAEdY/MUo3zwMxDOY/s72-c/Como+roubar+um+milhao+de+dolares+%25281966%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7759810440449638490</id><published>2012-01-19T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T09:00:16.479-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>Lista de Estilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B_URBCQ1MA/Twom5MIjbnI/AAAAAAAAEco/tIgWE29c0rQ/s1600/Style-Checklist-620x480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B_URBCQ1MA/Twom5MIjbnI/AAAAAAAAEco/tIgWE29c0rQ/s320/Style-Checklist-620x480.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Style Checklist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd Boston (2010)&lt;br /&gt;Atria Paperback (226 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O autor é consultor de estilo, já trabalhou com Tommy Hilfiger, com a loja da família e aparece sempre na TV americana, especialmente no programa Today Show e, inclusive, no programa da Oprah Winfrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após ter escrito um livro de dicas de estilo, ele percebeu que o problema da maior parte das mulheres era não ter em seus guarda-roupas as peças-chave, aquelas que compõem o look com qualquer outra e que definem um estilo clássico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí, a idéia deste livro. Reunir os itens essenciais para um guarda-roupa estiloso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;São 100 itens no total, com uma listinha no final, para a gente marcar o que já tem e ir às compras da próxima vez, de forma mais orientada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um vídeo (no YouTube), ele sintetizou mais ainda a seleção, para os 10 itens imprescindíveis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Camisa branca&lt;br /&gt;2- Calça jeans escura&lt;br /&gt;3- Calça preta com o zíper do lado, que elimina o volume na barriga.&lt;br /&gt;4- Vestido envelope (Wrap dress)&lt;br /&gt;5- Alguma peça com estampa animal (Pode ser um sapato, uma bolsa, um casaco, um lenço... mas uma de cada vez!!!! )&lt;br /&gt;6- Trench Coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8R1wI_4nuec/TwomSvX4kkI/AAAAAAAAEcU/QYUYxo7C3S4/s1600/style-copy4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8R1wI_4nuec/TwomSvX4kkI/AAAAAAAAEcU/QYUYxo7C3S4/s320/style-copy4.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7- Um blazer ou uma jaqueta estilo Chanel&lt;br /&gt;8- Jaqueta de couro&lt;br /&gt;9- Um twin-set de malha/tricô &lt;br /&gt;10- sapato baixo e bonito que permita que a pessoa se movimente com liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro é simples, agradável e curto. Na realidade, são apenas 113 páginas, já que a cada página de texto, temos uma com uma fotografia. (As fotos, diga-se de passagem, são muito bonitas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É divertido e agradável.&lt;br /&gt;Não é um livro imprescindível, é claro, mas mesmo assim, gostei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 08/01/2012]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&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/2483367337330228353-7759810440449638490?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7759810440449638490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/lista-de-estilo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7759810440449638490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7759810440449638490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/lista-de-estilo.html' title='Lista de Estilo'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B_URBCQ1MA/Twom5MIjbnI/AAAAAAAAEco/tIgWE29c0rQ/s72-c/Style-Checklist-620x480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7612424147276114288</id><published>2012-01-17T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:00:06.148-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Pata pata</title><content type='html'>Super sucesso dos anos 60, essa música composta em 1956 (muito antes de eu nascer) sempre esteve ligada a mim, pelo nome da cantora:&amp;nbsp; Míriam Makeba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma para dançar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iktKbIKZh9I" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;div id="autor" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="trad1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pata, pata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="trad1"&gt;Miriam Makeba / J. Ragovoy &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div id="divletra"&gt;Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="trad1" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;(Pata, pata é o nome de uma dança)&lt;/div&gt;Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="trad1" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;(Que fazemos no caminho de Johanesburgo)&lt;/div&gt;Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="trad1" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;(E todo mundo começa a se mexer)&lt;/div&gt;Sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="trad1" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;(Tão logo Pata, Pata começa a tocar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="trad1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="trad1" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;(ooo, toda sexta e sábado a noite)&lt;/div&gt;Hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="trad1" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;(É hora de Pata pata)&lt;/div&gt;A-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="trad1" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;(A dança continua a noite inteira)&lt;/div&gt;A-hihi ha mama, hi-a-ma sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="trad1" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;(Até o sol da manhã começar a brilhar, uhhh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aya sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;A sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;A sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;A sat wuguga sat ju benga sat si pata pata&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;"Pata Pata" is the name of a dance ... we do down Johannesburg way.&lt;br /&gt;And everybody ... starts to move ... as soon as "Pata Pata" starts to play - hoo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-7612424147276114288?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7612424147276114288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/pata-pata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7612424147276114288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7612424147276114288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/pata-pata.html' title='Pata pata'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iktKbIKZh9I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-6033846202336239042</id><published>2012-01-15T09:00:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:46:01.309-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidades'/><title type='text'>Livros e Personalidades - 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9wwwJNkWy8/TvsrHBH91FI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/pcD_r0bBvb0/s1600/Muhammad+Ali+1968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9wwwJNkWy8/TvsrHBH91FI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/pcD_r0bBvb0/s400/Muhammad+Ali+1968.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cassius Clay (ou Muhhamad Ali)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;o grande lutador de boxe,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cheio de bom humor ("Eu vou ganhar porque sou bonito!"),&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-6033846202336239042?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/6033846202336239042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/livros-e-personalidades-33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/6033846202336239042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/6033846202336239042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/livros-e-personalidades-33.html' title='Livros e Personalidades - 33'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9wwwJNkWy8/TvsrHBH91FI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/pcD_r0bBvb0/s72-c/Muhammad+Ali+1968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-2317698036259102713</id><published>2012-01-13T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:39:14.139-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Minhas tardes com Margueritte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkD-kVO_2CE/TvKZnI-ymLI/AAAAAAAAELo/9rmxdfJLShM/s1600/tete_friche.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkD-kVO_2CE/TvKZnI-ymLI/AAAAAAAAELo/9rmxdfJLShM/s320/tete_friche.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minhas tardes com Margueritte (La Tête en Friche)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dir. Jean Becker (2010)&lt;br /&gt;com Gérard Dépardieu, Gisèle Casadesus e Sophie Guillemin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindo filme, apoiado por belíssimas interpretações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homem que sempre foi rejeitado pela mãe, tratado como idiota pelos professores, colegas e, depois, quando adulto, pelos amigos, encontra, por acaso, em um banco da praça da cidade onde mora, uma velha senhora lendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele, praticamente analfabeto (daí o nome, a cabeça em frangalhos), sente prazer na leitura que ela faz e passa a ir, com freqüência, à praça, onde sempre é bem tratado por ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um filme sobre amor: amor entre pessoas, amor pelos livros, e também, sobre a falta dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A atriz, com 92 anos (é isso mesmo), é fabulosa.&amp;nbsp; Depardieu encontrou nela uma interlocutora à altura e eles dão um show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super recomendado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti em 21/12/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-2317698036259102713?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/2317698036259102713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/minhas-tardes-com-margueritte.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2317698036259102713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2317698036259102713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/minhas-tardes-com-margueritte.html' title='Minhas tardes com Margueritte'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vkD-kVO_2CE/TvKZnI-ymLI/AAAAAAAAELo/9rmxdfJLShM/s72-c/tete_friche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7542870655365087779</id><published>2012-01-11T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:00:04.441-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>Guia de costura em fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56OkMPRmTnY/TvhzS9vZGxI/AAAAAAAAEMA/mHiBkRQrPkE/s1600/SingerSewing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56OkMPRmTnY/TvhzS9vZGxI/AAAAAAAAEMA/mHiBkRQrPkE/s320/SingerSewing.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The complete photo guide to Sewing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Creative Publishing International (348 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guia de costura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora as explicações não sejam tão completas quanto o nome diz, (estou lendo outro que explica bem mais detalhadamente os passos da construção de cada parte das roupas e, logo, logo, ele aparece por aqui),&amp;nbsp; a grande vantagem deste livro é que ele realmente é repleto de fotos.&lt;br /&gt;Grandes, coloridas, detalhadas e em grande quantidade.&lt;br /&gt;São muitas mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nada melhor do que ver como o trabalho é feito para tirar as dúvidas, não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oFk9jiFCwg/Tvh9iyFv-SI/AAAAAAAAEMM/tvCRdk1_1IQ/s1600/6a00e55007f5938834010536972548970c-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0oFk9jiFCwg/Tvh9iyFv-SI/AAAAAAAAEMM/tvCRdk1_1IQ/s400/6a00e55007f5938834010536972548970c-800wi.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O livro é dividido em duas partes: roupas e itens de decoração.&amp;nbsp; Eu estava mais interessada em roupas, mas a parte de almofadas, cortinas, toalhas, etc. tem alguns truques de costura bem curiosos e que se aplicam também a algumas roupas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um bom livro, especialmente para consulta.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente está em inglês, mas, com as imagens, dá para entender bem as instruções.&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 26/12/2011]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-7542870655365087779?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7542870655365087779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/guia-de-costura-em-fotos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7542870655365087779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7542870655365087779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/guia-de-costura-em-fotos.html' title='Guia de costura em fotos'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-56OkMPRmTnY/TvhzS9vZGxI/AAAAAAAAEMA/mHiBkRQrPkE/s72-c/SingerSewing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-824463906679822276</id><published>2012-01-09T09:00:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:00:09.797-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>What a feeling</title><content type='html'>O filme Flashdance, claramente do início dos anos 80, não era nenhuma maravilha, mas a dança e a música garantiram o sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a elas, para manter o pique elevado nesse início de ano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ILWSp0m9G2U" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What A Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene Cara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First when there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;but a slow glowing dream&lt;br /&gt;that your fear seems to hide deep inside your mind.&lt;br /&gt;All alone I have cried silent tears full of pride&lt;br /&gt;in a world made of steel, made of stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hear the music, close my eyes, feel the rhythm,&lt;br /&gt;wrap around, take a hold of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Bein's believin'.&lt;br /&gt;I can have it all, now I'm dancing for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your passion and make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hear the music, close my eyes, I am rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;In a flash it takes hold of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Bein's believin'.&lt;br /&gt;I can have it all, now I'm dancing for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your passion and make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures come alive, now I'm dancing through my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling I AM MUSIC NOW&lt;br /&gt;Bein's believin'. I AM RHYTHM NOW&lt;br /&gt;Pictures come alive, you can dance right through your life.&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling. YOU CAN REALLY HAVE IT ALL&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling. PICTURES COME ALIVE WHEN I CALL&lt;br /&gt;I can have it all I CAN REALLY HAVE IT ALL&lt;br /&gt;Have it all PICTURES COME ALIVE WHEN I CALL&lt;br /&gt;CALL CALL CALL CALL WHAT A FEELING&lt;br /&gt;I can have it all BEIN'S BELIEVIN&lt;br /&gt;Bein's believin' TAKE YOUR PASSION&lt;br /&gt;MAKE IT HAPPEN&lt;br /&gt;make it happen WHAT A FEELING&lt;br /&gt;what a feeling BEIN'S BELIEVIN' (fade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-824463906679822276?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/824463906679822276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/824463906679822276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/824463906679822276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-feeling.html' title='What a feeling'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ILWSp0m9G2U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-5848777247613717818</id><published>2012-01-07T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:00:04.430-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><title type='text'>Livros e Arte - 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-Z1A9KMGs4/Tvki46oIy6I/AAAAAAAAENE/UIHTXhG_X7s/s1600/4b-AF-HSfeature-How-To-Train-Your-Human-Charlie-Reading-cat-painting-by-Heidi-Shaulis-janeincatland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-Z1A9KMGs4/Tvki46oIy6I/AAAAAAAAENE/UIHTXhG_X7s/s320/4b-AF-HSfeature-How-To-Train-Your-Human-Charlie-Reading-cat-painting-by-Heidi-Shaulis-janeincatland.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Como treinar seu humano"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de Heidi Shaulis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ltg9WQSzrxs/Tvkt6-Q1amI/AAAAAAAAEPc/OmswB3Q8wM4/s1600/Heidi+Shaulis-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ltg9WQSzrxs/Tvkt6-Q1amI/AAAAAAAAEPc/OmswB3Q8wM4/s320/Heidi+Shaulis-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Café da Manhã com Charlie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-5848777247613717818?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/5848777247613717818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/livros-e-arte-33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5848777247613717818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5848777247613717818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/livros-e-arte-33.html' title='Livros e Arte - 33'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-Z1A9KMGs4/Tvki46oIy6I/AAAAAAAAENE/UIHTXhG_X7s/s72-c/4b-AF-HSfeature-How-To-Train-Your-Human-Charlie-Reading-cat-painting-by-Heidi-Shaulis-janeincatland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4037419413581817477</id><published>2012-01-05T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:15:37.248-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>O que eu visto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwVLOJZ1Wm8/TtlnccV9HFI/AAAAAAAAEIo/Bv4zxnAwA_A/s1600/5807921931_4c2fbfdd06_o-470x294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwVLOJZ1Wm8/TtlnccV9HFI/AAAAAAAAEIo/Bv4zxnAwA_A/s400/5807921931_4c2fbfdd06_o-470x294.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What I Wore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Quirk (2011)&lt;br /&gt;Ballantine Books (131 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatiwore.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jessica Quirk&lt;/a&gt; queria ser designer de moda mas, no meio do caminho, ela criou um blog e virou blogueira de profissão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuF7HJFwiJI/TtlnYqGeC1I/AAAAAAAAEII/zXdBWIo0QTU/s1600/6169203725_d63ee6552a_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NuF7HJFwiJI/TtlnYqGeC1I/AAAAAAAAEII/zXdBWIo0QTU/s320/6169203725_d63ee6552a_b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já são cerca de quatro anos de fotos quase diárias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto muito do estilo da Jessica, porque ela usa a roupa a favor dela, ou seja, ela aparece e não as roupas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muitos anos ouvi alguém ligado à moda dizer que quem deve aparecer é a pessoa e não a roupa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu concordo.&amp;nbsp; A roupa deve realçar a personalidade de quem a veste, e não suplantar a pessoa. &lt;br /&gt;Se só a roupa é notada, ela não vestiu bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EV4giqB5jxQ/Ttlnc1lyqOI/AAAAAAAAEIw/xP3Oe_JxKvw/s1600/5808538226_52cf7760bb_o-470x266.jpg" style="margin-left: 0; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EV4giqB5jxQ/Ttlnc1lyqOI/AAAAAAAAEIw/xP3Oe_JxKvw/s1600/5808538226_52cf7760bb_o-470x266.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, então a Jéssica pegou o nome do &lt;a href="http://whatiwore.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; e usou como título do livro, que foi lançado esse ano mesmo, em 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztNBgl_I0tE/TtlnbjR8hqI/AAAAAAAAEIg/NtK0XVkXtjY/s1600/tumblr_l1wfvzUUCy1qz7ewm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ztNBgl_I0tE/TtlnbjR8hqI/AAAAAAAAEIg/NtK0XVkXtjY/s320/tumblr_l1wfvzUUCy1qz7ewm.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No livro, ela conta que seus pais gostam de cozinhar e colecionam livros de receitas, então teve a idéia de escrever um livro de "receitas" para se montar um guarda-roupas eficiente e criativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hFnoWvPimP4/Ttlna2yvNzI/AAAAAAAAEIY/3VcT16sGJak/s1600/What-I-Wore-Fashion-Illustrations-e1312941128947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hFnoWvPimP4/Ttlna2yvNzI/AAAAAAAAEIY/3VcT16sGJak/s320/What-I-Wore-Fashion-Illustrations-e1312941128947.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As informações são aquelas velhas conhecidas: começar com cores básicas, com peças fundamentais e ir acrescentando cores e estampas que combinem entre si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela escreve de forma doce e simples e recheia o livro com ilustrações muito bonitinhas, todas feitas por ela mesma, aparentemente a partir de peças de seu guarda-roupa pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s86vjnUKTpA/TtlnaSCjunI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/U-GkR7T2xrQ/s1600/6298687555_ae962711d1_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s86vjnUKTpA/TtlnaSCjunI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/U-GkR7T2xrQ/s320/6298687555_ae962711d1_b.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É o caso desse moleton vermelho de mangas curtas: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo:&amp;nbsp; É um livrinho fino, de leitura rápida, que diverte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os looks são todos usáveis.&amp;nbsp; Fonte de inspiração para todas as costureiras (e aprendizes) de plantão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa última imagem, do poster de divulgação do livro, aparece um apanhado geral de uma parte dos desenhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgFr14oF_mY/Ttlnev15AnI/AAAAAAAAEI4/6_Dku3iXN6U/s1600/il_fullxfull.256392158.jpg" style="margin-left: 0; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgFr14oF_mY/Ttlnev15AnI/AAAAAAAAEI4/6_Dku3iXN6U/s640/il_fullxfull.256392158.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 02/12/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-4037419413581817477?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/4037419413581817477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-que-eu-visto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4037419413581817477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4037419413581817477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-que-eu-visto.html' title='O que eu visto'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwVLOJZ1Wm8/TtlnccV9HFI/AAAAAAAAEIo/Bv4zxnAwA_A/s72-c/5807921931_4c2fbfdd06_o-470x294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3293013964125748568</id><published>2012-01-03T09:00:00.024-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:00:12.493-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><title type='text'>Balanço de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZu0uYkps2E/TtTmZGQJ40I/AAAAAAAAEEA/k7wlkJoMoIc/s1600/Meta50%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border-"0"="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZu0uYkps2E/TtTmZGQJ40I/AAAAAAAAEEA/k7wlkJoMoIc/s1600/Meta50%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comecei o ano me estabelecendo uma meta de 30 livros.&lt;br /&gt;Só que, ainda animada pelo ritmo do ano anterior,&amp;nbsp; completei a meta lá pela metade do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí fui estabelecendo novos números, pouco a pouco maiores, até que terminei o ano com 50 livros, meta que achei que não conseguiria alcançar, pelo terceiro ano consecutivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano as minhas leituras foram muito influenciadas pelo meu novo blog, e li vários livros sobre moda e costura.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a eles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xkm1Cu4yss/TR4YEapVGBI/AAAAAAAACLc/g0-v_OjnZsM/s1600/LBD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5xkm1Cu4yss/TR4YEapVGBI/AAAAAAAACLc/g0-v_OjnZsM/s200/LBD.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janeiro:&lt;/div&gt;1 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/01/moda-um-curso-pratico-e-essencial.html"&gt;Moda - um curso prático e essencial&lt;/a&gt; - Erika Stalder - 129 pag. - 01/01&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-pretinho-basico.html"&gt;The Little Black Dress&lt;/a&gt; - Simon Henry - 179 pág. - 02/01&lt;br /&gt;3 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/01/moldes-de-costura.html"&gt;How to use, adapt, and design sewing patterns&lt;/a&gt; - Lee Hollahan 141 pág. - 08/01&lt;br /&gt;4 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/01/litterature-progressive-du-francais.html"&gt;Littérature progressive du Français&lt;/a&gt; - Blondeau, Allouache, Né - 160 pág - 09/01&lt;br /&gt;5 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/01/um-ano-na-provenca.html"&gt;Une Année en Provence&lt;/a&gt; - Peter Mayle - 263 pág - 09/01&lt;br /&gt;6 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/01/por-dentro-da-moda.html"&gt;Por dentro da moda - definições e experiências&lt;/a&gt; - Dinah Bueno Pezzolo - 215 pág - 19/01&lt;br /&gt;7 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/02/obrigado-jeeves.html"&gt;Obrigado, Jeeves&lt;/a&gt; - P.G. Wodehouse - 273 pág - 20/01&lt;br /&gt;A - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/02/tintin-no-pais-do-ouro-negro.html"&gt;Tintin au pays de L'Or Noir&lt;/a&gt; - Hergé - 62 pág - 30/01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EvMTkxhUMcY/TVhMVc-nClI/AAAAAAAACfk/BWaYeJIFEOk/s1600/um-leao-chamado-christian-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EvMTkxhUMcY/TVhMVc-nClI/AAAAAAAACfk/BWaYeJIFEOk/s200/um-leao-chamado-christian-.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fevereiro:&lt;/div&gt;8 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/02/50-vestidos-que-mudaram-o-mundo.html"&gt;50 Vestidos que mudaram o mundo&lt;/a&gt; - Design Museum -  107 pág. - 03/029 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/02/sem-eira-nem-beira.html"&gt;Sans Feu ni Lieu&lt;/a&gt; - Fred Vargas - 285 pág. - 06/02&lt;br /&gt;10 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/02/histoire-de-rire-et-autres-nouvelles.html"&gt;Histoire de Rire&lt;/a&gt; - Anton Tchekhov - 89 pág - 09/02&lt;br /&gt;11 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-leao-chamado-christian.html"&gt;Um leão chamado Christian&lt;/a&gt; - Bourke &amp;amp; Rendall - 223 pág. - 13/02&lt;br /&gt;12 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-inimigo-secreto.html"&gt;O Inimigo Secreto&lt;/a&gt; - Agatha Christie - 319 pág. - 14/02&lt;br /&gt;13 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/03/100-maneiras-de-simplificar-sua-vida.html"&gt;100 Maneiras de simplificar sua vida&lt;/a&gt; - Joyce Meyer -  216 pág. - 21/02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIfIFPVw3dg/TWci0CeVR5I/AAAAAAAACiI/zny6Q5jteP8/s1600/canterville.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIfIFPVw3dg/TWci0CeVR5I/AAAAAAAACiI/zny6Q5jteP8/s200/canterville.jpeg" width="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Março: &lt;/div&gt;14 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-fantasma-de-canterville.html"&gt;O Fantasma de Canterville e outras histórias&lt;/a&gt; - 198 pág. - Oscar Wilde - 01/03&lt;br /&gt;15 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/03/perseguicao-digital.html"&gt;Perseguição Digital&lt;/a&gt; - Loraine Pivatto - 201 pág. - 08/03&lt;br /&gt;16 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-velho-e-o-mar-1.html"&gt;O Velho e o Mar&lt;/a&gt; - Ernest Hemingway - 127 pág. 11/03&lt;br /&gt;17 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/04/testemunha-da-acusacao-outras-pecas.html"&gt;Testemunha da Acusação e outras peças&lt;/a&gt; - Agatha Christie - 339 pág. - 16/03&lt;br /&gt;18 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-mapa-do-tempo.html"&gt;O Mapa do Tempo&lt;/a&gt; - Félix J. Palma - 470 pág. - 25/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6tS-fAF7FVw/TYtk70xQPwI/AAAAAAAACzE/UjeBpWiBJwY/s1600/o-mapa-do-tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6tS-fAF7FVw/TYtk70xQPwI/AAAAAAAACzE/UjeBpWiBJwY/s320/o-mapa-do-tempo.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;19 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/04/um-gato-chamado-gatinho.html"&gt;Um gato chamado gatinho&lt;/a&gt; - Ferreira Gullar - 47 pág. - 25/03&lt;br /&gt;20 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/04/moda.html"&gt;A Moda&lt;/a&gt; - Erika Palomino - 99 pág. - 28/03&lt;br /&gt;21 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-amava.html"&gt;Je l'aimais&lt;/a&gt; - Anna Gavalda - 157 pág. - 31/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;Abril: &lt;/div&gt;22 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/04/costurando-sem-dor.html"&gt;Painless Sewing&lt;/a&gt; - Pati Palmer &amp;amp; Susan Pletsch - 126 pág. - 09/04/11&lt;br /&gt;23 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-prazer-de-viver-light.html"&gt;O prazer de viver light&lt;/a&gt; - Lucilia Diniz - 169 pág. - 16/04/11&lt;br /&gt;24 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/05/roupa-e-moda.html"&gt;A Roupa e a Moda&lt;/a&gt; - James Laver - 278 pág. - 20/04/11&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSYsS88IvQk/TeE5t3dyOGI/AAAAAAAADPo/YMfAW4N7hxE/s1600/ILE-AU-TRESOR-10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSYsS88IvQk/TeE5t3dyOGI/AAAAAAAADPo/YMfAW4N7hxE/s200/ILE-AU-TRESOR-10.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maio:&lt;/div&gt;25 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/05/hugo-e-os-reis-ser-e-ter.html"&gt;Hugo et les rois Être et Avoir&lt;/a&gt; - Anne-Marie Gaignard - 46 pág. - 04/05&lt;br /&gt;26 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/05/manual-de-compras.html"&gt;The Lucky shopping manual&lt;/a&gt; - Kim France e Andrea Linett - 305 pág. - 11/05&lt;br /&gt;27 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/05/traicao-dupla.html"&gt;La Double Inconstance&lt;/a&gt; - Marivaux - 189 pág. - 13/05&lt;br /&gt;28 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/05/coma-o-biscoito-compre-os-sapatos.html"&gt;Coma o biscoito... Compre os sapatos&lt;/a&gt; - Joyce Meyer - 200 pág. - 21/05&lt;br /&gt;29 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/06/ilha-do-tesouro.html"&gt;A Ilha do Tesouro&lt;/a&gt; - Robert Louis Stevenson - 249 pág. - 28/05&lt;br /&gt;30 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/06/literatura-em-dialogos.html"&gt;Littérature en Dialogues&lt;/a&gt; -  Geneviève Baraona- 125 pág. - 29/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M9rlq-6NPq0/TfOSh_wfbuI/AAAAAAAADRs/SDm_f_iCY6s/s1600/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M9rlq-6NPq0/TfOSh_wfbuI/AAAAAAAADRs/SDm_f_iCY6s/s200/image.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;Junho: &lt;/div&gt;31 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/06/1000-dicas-de-costura.html"&gt;1.000 Sewing Clever Sewing Shortcuts &amp;amp; Tips&lt;/a&gt; - Deepika Prakash - 166 pág. - 08/06&lt;br /&gt;32 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-cavaleiro-da-dinamarca.html"&gt;O Cavaleiro da Dinamarca&lt;/a&gt; - Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen - 58 pág. - 09/06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MW-4jvinPFQ/ThT5YI94NZI/AAAAAAAADY0/-6L9-7KMcD8/s1600/os-tr%25C3%25AAs-mosqueteiros-livro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MW-4jvinPFQ/ThT5YI94NZI/AAAAAAAADY0/-6L9-7KMcD8/s200/os-tr%25C3%25AAs-mosqueteiros-livro.jpg" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julho:&lt;/div&gt;33 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/07/os-tres-mosqueteiros.html"&gt;Os Três Mosqueteiros&lt;/a&gt; - Alexandre Dumas - 638 pág. - 06/07/11&lt;br /&gt;34 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/07/cyrano-de-bergerac.html"&gt;Cyrano de Bergerac&lt;/a&gt; - Édmond Rostand - 191 pág - 13/07/11&lt;br /&gt;35 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/07/descreva-me-um-parisiense.html"&gt;Dessine-moi un parisien&lt;/a&gt; - Olivier Magny - 220 pág. - 14/07/11&lt;br /&gt;36 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-doente-imaginario.html"&gt;Le Malade Imaginaire&lt;/a&gt; - Molière - 93 pág.  - 17/07/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WbT55-j_qk/TiNsOm6VpuI/AAAAAAAADeU/uVQWtkmxHeM/s1600/9782070313730FS.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WbT55-j_qk/TiNsOm6VpuI/AAAAAAAADeU/uVQWtkmxHeM/s200/9782070313730FS.gif" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;37 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/metamorfose.html"&gt;A Metamorfose&lt;/a&gt; - Franz Kafka - 100 pág - 17/07/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Agosto: &lt;/div&gt;38 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/diario-de-um-magro-15-anos-num-spa.html"&gt;Diário de um magro - 15 anos num spa&lt;/a&gt; - Mário Prata - 144 pág. - 08/08&lt;br /&gt;39 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/anna-e-o-beijo-frances.html"&gt;Anna e o Beijo Francês&lt;/a&gt; - Stephanie Perkins - 288 pág. - 11/08&lt;br /&gt;40 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-se-brinca-com-o-amor.html"&gt;On ne badine pas avec l'amour&lt;/a&gt; - Alfred de Musset - 96 pág. - 14/08&lt;br /&gt;41 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-riso-em-decubito.html"&gt;Um Riso em Decúbito&lt;/a&gt; - Don Jose Cavaca - 104 pág. - 22/08 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHKrtNfxZ-w/TsF9RHu4NpI/AAAAAAAAEBE/V6k4_Xcyqes/s1600/casa+de+bonecas+ibsen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHKrtNfxZ-w/TsF9RHu4NpI/AAAAAAAAEBE/V6k4_Xcyqes/s200/casa+de+bonecas+ibsen.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Setembro: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/primeiros-passos-na-costura.html"&gt;La Couture Premiers Pas&lt;/a&gt; - Perrine Colignon - 168 pág. - 07/09&lt;br /&gt;43 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/casa-de-bonecas.html"&gt;Casa de Bonecas&lt;/a&gt; - Henrik Ibsen - 103 pág. - 07/09 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE-DefRK6gw/TsbttXxakgI/AAAAAAAAECs/lvMCawz0fdc/s1600/UM_GATO_INDISCRETO_E_OUTROS_CONTOS_saki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE-DefRK6gw/TsbttXxakgI/AAAAAAAAECs/lvMCawz0fdc/s200/UM_GATO_INDISCRETO_E_OUTROS_CONTOS_saki.jpg" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outubro: &lt;/div&gt;44 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-parisienne.html"&gt;La Parisienne&lt;/a&gt; - Ines de la Fressange - 233 pág. - 01/10&lt;br /&gt;45 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/work-it.html"&gt;Work it!&lt;/a&gt; - Jesse Garza e Joe Lupo - 173 pág. - 14/10&lt;br /&gt;B - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/tintin-o-caso-girassol.html"&gt;Tintin - L'Affaire Tournesol&lt;/a&gt; - Hergé - 62 pág - 16/10&lt;br /&gt;46 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-gato-indiscreto-e-outros-contos.html"&gt;Um gato indiscreto e outras histórias&lt;/a&gt; - Saki - 141 pág. - 23/10&lt;br /&gt;47 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/faca-o-seu-estilo.html"&gt;Style Yourself&lt;/a&gt; - Weldon Owen - 240 pág. - 24/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hxZrz43fdoo/TwDFPDWTzOI/AAAAAAAAEV0/YRYNP8rBiro/s1600/what+i+wore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hxZrz43fdoo/TwDFPDWTzOI/AAAAAAAAEV0/YRYNP8rBiro/s200/what+i+wore.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Novembro:&lt;/div&gt;48 - &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-hipnotista.html"&gt;O Hipnotista&lt;/a&gt; - Lars Kepler - 477 pág. - 28/11/11&lt;br /&gt;49 - A Bíblia - 1.648 pág. - 30/11/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;Dezembro:&lt;/div&gt;50 -  What I Wore - Jessica Quirk - 131 pág. - 02/12&lt;br /&gt;51 - The Complete Photo Guide to Sewing - Singer - 348 pág. - 26/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;Total: 51 livros e 2 HQ&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;11.531 páginas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-3293013964125748568?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3293013964125748568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/balanco-de-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3293013964125748568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3293013964125748568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/balanco-de-2011.html' title='Balanço de 2011'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tZu0uYkps2E/TtTmZGQJ40I/AAAAAAAAEEA/k7wlkJoMoIc/s72-c/Meta50%2Bc%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-675272508812050463</id><published>2012-01-01T09:00:00.029-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:21:23.327-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Já chega!</title><content type='html'>Primeiro dia do ano, é hora de jogar fora as coisas que não servem mais e focar nos nossos objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa música conta a história de uma mulher que está cansada de um romance que não está dando certo.&lt;br /&gt;É um caso específico, mas o refrão (Enough, is enough! // Basta, já basta!) serve para qualquer situação pesada que se queira abandonar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E agora é a hora. Vamos à luta! &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Construir um Feliz 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vn-nw0o-CyA" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;No More Tears (Enough Is Enough)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;composta por Donna Summer&lt;br /&gt;interpretada por Donna Summer e Barbra Streisand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Barbra) It's raining, it's pouring&lt;br /&gt;My lovelife is boring me to tears, after all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Donna) No sunshine, no moonlight, no stardust, no sign of romance&lt;br /&gt;We don't stand a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Barbra) I always dreamed I'd found the perfect lover&lt;br /&gt;But he turned out to be like every other man I've loved, I've loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;Raining (raining)&lt;br /&gt;Pouring (pouring)&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left for us here and we won't waste another tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Donna) If you've had enough, don't put up with his stuff, don't you do it&lt;br /&gt;(Barbra) If you've had your fill, get the check pay the bill, you can do it&lt;br /&gt;(Donna) Tell him to just get out,&lt;br /&gt;(Barbra) Nothing left to talk about&lt;br /&gt;(Donna) Pack his raincoat show him out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;Just look him in the eye and simply shout: Enough is enough (Is enough)&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on, I can't go on no more no &lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough I want him out, I want him out that door now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Barbra) I always dreamed I'd found the perfect lover,&lt;br /&gt;But he turned out to be like every other man&lt;br /&gt;I've loved (I had no choice from the start)&lt;br /&gt;I've loved (I've gotta listen to my heart)&lt;br /&gt;I've loved (Tearing us apart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough (is enough)&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on, I can't go on no more no&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough (is enough)&lt;br /&gt;I want him out, I want him out that door now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye mister, goodbye, goodbye mister, goodbye sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;No more tears (No more tears &lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough is enough is enough is enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;I've had it, you've had it, she's had it, we've had it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;It's enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-675272508812050463?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/675272508812050463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/ja-chega.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/675272508812050463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/675272508812050463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2012/01/ja-chega.html' title='Já chega!'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Vn-nw0o-CyA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4273479484313794323</id><published>2011-12-29T09:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:07:57.219-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>Graças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu e meu marido agradecemos a Deus porque em 2011,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qc5Kt0olko/TvseZqUFexI/AAAAAAAAEU4/uxfptWTYfoQ/s1600/vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qc5Kt0olko/TvseZqUFexI/AAAAAAAAEU4/uxfptWTYfoQ/s320/vida.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;permanecemos vivos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;passamos todos os 365 dias sob um teto, ao abrigo da chuva e do vento, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHdZuOEC68Q/TvshDFiyWsI/AAAAAAAAEVE/jxSytAAYIFE/s1600/dormir.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHdZuOEC68Q/TvshDFiyWsI/AAAAAAAAEVE/jxSytAAYIFE/s200/dormir.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dormimos em uma cama limpa e confortável, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P--puctnqrI/TvsWSb2m1gI/AAAAAAAAEUA/nMinDME1W7o/s1600/fartura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P--puctnqrI/TvsWSb2m1gI/AAAAAAAAEUA/nMinDME1W7o/s320/fartura.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xHdZuOEC68Q/TvshDFiyWsI/AAAAAAAAEVE/jxSytAAYIFE/s1600/dormir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nossa mesa esteve farta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BHkgmzCJvgs/Tvsdufm6weI/AAAAAAAAEUs/MlnA74aupCs/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+78002187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BHkgmzCJvgs/Tvsdufm6weI/AAAAAAAAEUs/MlnA74aupCs/s320/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+78002187.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;houve água em abundância nas torneiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYKS6Fw_S88/TvsWRZtiImI/AAAAAAAAET4/M0bYAHdZRK0/s1600/200573817-001.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TYKS6Fw_S88/TvsWRZtiImI/AAAAAAAAET4/M0bYAHdZRK0/s320/200573817-001.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tivemos forças para trabalhar e isso, fazendo algo que gostamos e que achamos importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rimos, choramos, gritamos, brigamos, fizemos as pazes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuEhn5uAJQk/TvsbI8JkiVI/AAAAAAAAEUU/aA3qR3nr67k/s1600/caminhar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RuEhn5uAJQk/TvsbI8JkiVI/AAAAAAAAEUU/aA3qR3nr67k/s1600/caminhar.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;apesar de umas dores aqui e ali, nosso corpo está íntegro, nossos pés e mãos funcionam razoavelmente bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsiKFzldILI/TvsbSTV6J3I/AAAAAAAAEUg/ZL5pYB-t45g/s1600/ursinho--ouvindo-musica_7195_1600x1200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsiKFzldILI/TvsbSTV6J3I/AAAAAAAAEUg/ZL5pYB-t45g/s320/ursinho--ouvindo-musica_7195_1600x1200.JPG" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nossos ouvidos foram capazes de ouvir palavras e músicas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhRfWi-vlL4/TvsWQbaYQ1I/AAAAAAAAETw/5c7rrhJqfAY/s1600/354687.bmp" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhRfWi-vlL4/TvsWQbaYQ1I/AAAAAAAAETw/5c7rrhJqfAY/s320/354687.bmp" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;nossos olhos, com a ajuda de óculos, foram capazes de enxergar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de ler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;de aprender coisas novas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Bc86hQFGCA/TvsvhFNIehI/AAAAAAAAEVc/_ExL-QAO2Mo/s1600/1215279008SsFC1t4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Bc86hQFGCA/TvsvhFNIehI/AAAAAAAAEVc/_ExL-QAO2Mo/s320/1215279008SsFC1t4.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Conhecemos pessoas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e permanecemos sonhando, acreditando na possibilidade de dias melhores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E, acima de tudo, podemos chegar à presença de Deus e dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pedimos perdão por todos os nossos erros e agradecemos por todas a graças que nos foram concedidas em 2011,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pedindo que, no ano de 2012, o Senhor repita todas elas, acrescentando ainda outras, segundo a Sua vontade, e nos dê sabedoria para errar menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estenda, ainda, estas bênçãos para todos aqueles que nos circundam e para os que lerão estas palavras, e que eles possam conhecer em suas vidas o Seu Grande amor e misericórdia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No Nome maravilhoso do Senhor Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-4273479484313794323?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/4273479484313794323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/gracas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4273479484313794323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4273479484313794323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/gracas.html' title='Graças'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3qc5Kt0olko/TvseZqUFexI/AAAAAAAAEU4/uxfptWTYfoQ/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7760263212874845191</id><published>2011-12-28T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:08:00.289-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidades'/><title type='text'>Livros e Personalidades - 32</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89CGTOgHpHg/TvkUYlcaSeI/AAAAAAAAEMk/6jj5osY3o-g/s1600/Kate+Winslet.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="391" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89CGTOgHpHg/TvkUYlcaSeI/AAAAAAAAEMk/6jj5osY3o-g/s400/Kate+Winslet.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate Winslet lendo para crianças em um festival na Cornualha (Inglaterra).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosto muito dela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boa atriz, simpática, bonita, fashion e simples, tudo junto de uma vez só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1TCx4NQ12H0/TvkXjlT3OCI/AAAAAAAAEMw/EK8xBaKDQTI/s1600/kate-winslet-e-david-kross-o-leitor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1TCx4NQ12H0/TvkXjlT3OCI/AAAAAAAAEMw/EK8xBaKDQTI/s320/kate-winslet-e-david-kross-o-leitor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aqui, em uma cena do bom filme "O Leitor", em que ela, analfabeta, ouve as histórias contadas por um rapaz que não sabe do que aconteceu com ela durante a guerra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNXY7WkxAbo/TvkXlCY53dI/AAAAAAAAEM4/JYavCpXoebE/s1600/kate-winslet-london-book-launch-10052011-05-599x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNXY7WkxAbo/TvkXlCY53dI/AAAAAAAAEM4/JYavCpXoebE/s320/kate-winslet-london-book-launch-10052011-05-599x1024.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E, aqui, em um lançamento de um livro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-7760263212874845191?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7760263212874845191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/livros-e-personalidades-32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7760263212874845191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7760263212874845191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/livros-e-personalidades-32.html' title='Livros e Personalidades - 32'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89CGTOgHpHg/TvkUYlcaSeI/AAAAAAAAEMk/6jj5osY3o-g/s72-c/Kate+Winslet.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-2091776176397911531</id><published>2011-12-26T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T13:42:11.854-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Bebês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KhFgCi4gUvE/TvJW15aewSI/AAAAAAAAELM/j9ZTFkAckhg/s1600/affiche_B%25C3%25A9b%25C3%25A9s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KhFgCi4gUvE/TvJW15aewSI/AAAAAAAAELM/j9ZTFkAckhg/s320/affiche_B%25C3%25A9b%25C3%25A9s.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Bebês (Bébés)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dir. Alain Chabat (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Documentário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme acompanha, sem texto e sem comentários, o nascimento e primeiros meses de 5 bebês.&lt;br /&gt;Um na Somália, outro no Japão, outro nos Estados Unidos e outro na Mongólia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A despeito das diferenças culturais, o diretor buscou mostrar o que era comum, a descoberta do corpo, da voz, a comida, o banho, a relação com outras crianças, com animais, o ficar em pé, e tudo o mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTGTaqB22po/TvJW3EGkkTI/AAAAAAAAELc/0m7BARFMt1g/s1600/bebe-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTGTaqB22po/TvJW3EGkkTI/AAAAAAAAELc/0m7BARFMt1g/s320/bebe-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mas a gente se pega chocada por alguns hábitos diferentes, especialmente da Somália e da Mongólia.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Meu Deus, como há moscas nesses lugares!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mãe lambendo o bebê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o galo que passeia junto à cama onde o bebê está deitadinho, sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7V3LJKEYuec/TvJW1FJbkuI/AAAAAAAAELE/E8F_3KtaW4w/s1600/28398504_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7V3LJKEYuec/TvJW1FJbkuI/AAAAAAAAELE/E8F_3KtaW4w/s1600/28398504_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o pai que coloca a filha em um carrinho em um playground e deixa o conjunto capotar...&amp;nbsp; e, depois, dá uma banana com uma parte preta, estragada, além da ponta dura, para a criança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela, que não é boba nem nada, faz uma bela de uma careta e cospe a parte dura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosamente, das quatro famílias, 3 tinham gatos, e muito parecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RtcfSPu8VdU/TvJW2fv-1aI/AAAAAAAAELU/wWV8eLrI1Y0/s1600/bebe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RtcfSPu8VdU/TvJW2fv-1aI/AAAAAAAAELU/wWV8eLrI1Y0/s320/bebe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwmeKZecARQ/TvJUfQbs2BI/AAAAAAAAEK0/iWoJOwWi6UY/s1600/128394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O gato japonês (direita) não tem nenhum ciúme, se aproxima e acaricia a mãe e a criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O gato mongol é uma figuraça... se deixa arrastar, deixa o neném puxar suas orelhas, seu pelo, e tudo isso quietinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina da Somália aparece com um cachorro, também muuuuiiito paciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwmeKZecARQ/TvJUfQbs2BI/AAAAAAAAEK0/iWoJOwWi6UY/s1600/128394.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwmeKZecARQ/TvJUfQbs2BI/AAAAAAAAEK0/iWoJOwWi6UY/s320/128394.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, formidável mesmo é a irritação da pequena japonesa com os blocos de madeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxeT6v0Mjs0/TvJUgMnztxI/AAAAAAAAEK8/7sxY3Go5Vno/s1600/b%25C3%25A9b%25C3%25A9s+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxeT6v0Mjs0/TvJUgMnztxI/AAAAAAAAEK8/7sxY3Go5Vno/s320/b%25C3%25A9b%25C3%25A9s+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso tudo e, pela fofurice explícita dos bebês, vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Além do mais, é curtinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti em 20/12/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-2091776176397911531?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/2091776176397911531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/bebes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2091776176397911531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2091776176397911531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/bebes.html' title='Bebês'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KhFgCi4gUvE/TvJW15aewSI/AAAAAAAAELM/j9ZTFkAckhg/s72-c/affiche_B%25C3%25A9b%25C3%25A9s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4577945336713725424</id><published>2011-12-24T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:00:02.416-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Haendel</title><content type='html'>Georg Friedrich Haendel, compositor nascido na Alemanha, mas radicado na Inglaterra, compôs um oratório chamado o Messias.&amp;nbsp; Desta peça, de 51 movimentos, em que ele conta a vida de Jesus Cristo, o movimento de nº 42 ganhou expressão e grande sucesso:&amp;nbsp; o Aleluia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letra, simples diz, resumidamente:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aleluia &lt;br /&gt;Porque o Senhor Deus Onipotente reina&lt;br /&gt;O Seu reino é chegado, o reino de nosso Senhor e de seu Cristo&lt;br /&gt;e Ele reinará para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Rei dos reis, Senhor dos senhores, e Ele reinará para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Aleluia.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(E Aleluia quer dizer: Louvado seja o Senhor.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="243" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/76RrdwElnTU" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Aleluia do Oratório do Messias&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(The Messiah Hallelujah)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Frederic Handel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (10x)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lord God omnipotent reigneth&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ] (3x)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah&amp;nbsp; ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (10x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For the lord God omnipotent reigneth)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2x&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom of this world is become&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The kingdom of our Lord, and of His Christ, and of His Christ&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He shall reign forever and ever (4x)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of kings&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ]&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah&amp;nbsp; ]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2x&lt;br /&gt;And Lord of lords&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ]&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah&amp;nbsp; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of kings&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever hallelujah hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;And Lord of lords&lt;br /&gt;King of kings and lord of lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He shall reign (4x)&lt;br /&gt;And He shall reign forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;King of kings forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;And Lord of lords&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;And He shall reign forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of kings and Lord of lords (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he shall reign forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever and ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;(King of kings and Lord of lords)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah (4x)&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Louvado seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;Um Feliz Natal para todos vocês. &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/2483367337330228353-4577945336713725424?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/4577945336713725424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/haendel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4577945336713725424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4577945336713725424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/haendel.html' title='Haendel'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/76RrdwElnTU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-1891721476522665404</id><published>2011-12-21T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:00:03.771-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><title type='text'>Livros e Arte - 32</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXupE5NWtxo/Ttl-Dykp8lI/AAAAAAAAEJA/f-kKT0AGZeY/s1600/hopkinson-charles-s-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXupE5NWtxo/Ttl-Dykp8lI/AAAAAAAAEJA/f-kKT0AGZeY/s400/hopkinson-charles-s-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charles Hopkinson (1869 - 1962)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pintor norte-americano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-1891721476522665404?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/1891721476522665404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/livros-e-arte-32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1891721476522665404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1891721476522665404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/livros-e-arte-32.html' title='Livros e Arte - 32'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lXupE5NWtxo/Ttl-Dykp8lI/AAAAAAAAEJA/f-kKT0AGZeY/s72-c/hopkinson-charles-s-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-2819394337651372725</id><published>2011-12-17T09:00:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T09:00:00.287-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Venus</title><content type='html'>Esta é uma canção dos anos 60/70.&amp;nbsp; O conjunto, holandês, se chamava Shocking Blue e a cantora, já falecida, Mariska Veres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa música foi o grande sucesso do grupo. A letra é meio qualquer coisa, mas dá para a gente esquecer e prestar atenção apenas ao som, que é realmente ótimo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reparem na forma das pessoas dançarem, é bem da época. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cLx9igiFm3E" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A goddess on a mountain top&lt;br /&gt;Burning like a silver flame&lt;br /&gt;A summit of beauty and love&lt;br /&gt;And Venus was her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got it,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby,she's got it.&lt;br /&gt;Well,I'm your Venus,&lt;br /&gt;I'm your fire at your desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her weapons were her crystal eyes&lt;br /&gt;Making every man mad,&lt;br /&gt;Black as the dark night she was&lt;br /&gt;Got what no one else had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got it,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby,she's got it&lt;br /&gt;Well,I'm your Venus,&lt;br /&gt;I'm your fire at your desire.&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/2483367337330228353-2819394337651372725?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/2819394337651372725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/venus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2819394337651372725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2819394337651372725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/venus.html' title='Venus'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cLx9igiFm3E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-2046291629285075990</id><published>2011-12-15T09:00:00.086-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:00:02.936-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='policial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>O Hipnotista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9OMpFZoyOV4/TtmNgh7PqBI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/30an1gMELWE/s1600/OHipnotista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9OMpFZoyOV4/TtmNgh7PqBI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/30an1gMELWE/s320/OHipnotista.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Hipnotista&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lars Kepler (2010)&lt;br /&gt;Intrínseca (477 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livro policial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joona Lina, policial, investigando um crime hediondo, no qual toda uma família foi trucidada, quer ouvir o depoimento do único sobrevivente, um menino que está em coma, com muitos ferimentos a faca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para isso, se esforça para convencer o médico e psiquiatra Erik Bark a hipnotisar o menino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele, relutantemente, aceita e as coisas se complicam...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ouvi muitos elogios ao livro, e, como eu gosto de histórias policiais, o comprei e li. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNbaIPamzZ0/TtmNhI4z4CI/AAAAAAAAEKA/BFIlfy6BytY/s1600/o-hipnotista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNbaIPamzZ0/TtmNhI4z4CI/AAAAAAAAEKA/BFIlfy6BytY/s320/o-hipnotista.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como qualquer história policial, o&amp;nbsp; livro prende, mas não tanto quanto deveria.&lt;br /&gt;Há uma parte, no meio do livro, com todo um relato de sessões de psicanálise e hipnose,&amp;nbsp; que é lenta, lenta, lenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há também uns desencontros, umas tramas e personagens que ficam um pouco perdidas, o que se explica pelo fato de ser o primeiro livro do autor que, na realidade, é apenas um pseudônimo de um casal de autores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é interessante, especialmente por se tratar de literatura Sueca, com a qual, normalmente, não temos muito contato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a esse ponto, tem a questão da tradução, já que a tradução em português foi feita a partir da tradução em inglês o que, surpreendentemente, não causou grandes problemas, vez que a própria tradução em inglês tinha recebido algumas críticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-3nOa9AsPA/TtmNhpOhLZI/AAAAAAAAEKI/zbesDMqhs9w/s1600/thehypnotist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-3nOa9AsPA/TtmNhpOhLZI/AAAAAAAAEKI/zbesDMqhs9w/s320/thehypnotist.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O único ponto que me causou espécie foi a excessiva utilização do verbo parar conjugado na terceira pessoa do singular do presente.&amp;nbsp; Como o livro já usa a nova ortografia, ficou muito marcante a freqüência da utilização, especialmente porque eu tinha que pensar antes de entender se para era pára ou para...&amp;nbsp; (eu já falei que sou contra esse acordo ortográfico?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, o que não tem desculpa mesmo é o repetido uso de "de mais" significando "demais" e "a distância" nas ocasiões em que deveria ser "à distância"...&amp;nbsp; isso, como já disse, repetidamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o livro é interessante. Os amantes da psicologia, especialmente, vão gostar. &lt;br /&gt;Eu também gostei, não tanto quanto desejaria, mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 28/11/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-2046291629285075990?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/2046291629285075990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-hipnotista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2046291629285075990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2046291629285075990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-hipnotista.html' title='O Hipnotista'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9OMpFZoyOV4/TtmNgh7PqBI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/30an1gMELWE/s72-c/OHipnotista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-8690418627610965775</id><published>2011-12-13T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T09:00:07.476-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidades'/><title type='text'>Livros e Personalidades - 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-It62kjATJnk/TfTztxltBoI/AAAAAAAADTY/yInKvBJe0sA/s1600/citations-jack-sparrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-It62kjATJnk/TfTztxltBoI/AAAAAAAADTY/yInKvBJe0sA/s1600/citations-jack-sparrow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonny Depp len...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack Sparrow lendo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-8690418627610965775?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/8690418627610965775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/livros-e-personalidades-31.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/8690418627610965775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/8690418627610965775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/livros-e-personalidades-31.html' title='Livros e Personalidades - 31'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-It62kjATJnk/TfTztxltBoI/AAAAAAAADTY/yInKvBJe0sA/s72-c/citations-jack-sparrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-643132729848997792</id><published>2011-12-11T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T09:00:06.877-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Rio - o filme, ops, o desenho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Fy0fBJ4v4g/TtmB-jJwCTI/AAAAAAAAEJI/nyZCoJYf8KY/s1600/Rio+Blu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Fy0fBJ4v4g/TtmB-jJwCTI/AAAAAAAAEJI/nyZCoJYf8KY/s320/Rio+Blu.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desenho animado lançado em 2011&lt;br /&gt;20th Century Fox &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fofo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3BtK-meOGa8/TtmF4lhiPcI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/5y1h_AIuXTU/s1600/blu_filhote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3BtK-meOGa8/TtmF4lhiPcI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/5y1h_AIuXTU/s1600/blu_filhote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Filhote de ararinha azul é capturado e levado por&amp;nbsp; contrabandistas de animais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio da viagem, por um acidente, a gaiola cai de um caminhão e uma menina cria o passarinho, lá nos Estados Unidos ou no Canadá, não me lembro bem, só sei que era em um lugar com muita neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9tOu7uhNRA/TtmGUTje5-I/AAAAAAAAEJY/UbrgxEfamHg/s1600/blu_domesticado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9tOu7uhNRA/TtmGUTje5-I/AAAAAAAAEJY/UbrgxEfamHg/s1600/blu_domesticado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os dois crescem e Blu (o nome dele) fica totalmente domesticado, sem aprender a voar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, um ornitólogo aparece na loja dela (uma livraria!!!!) e conta que uma fêmea foi encontrada no Rio e não se sabe de outro macho além do Blu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPQho3ffFzs/TtmIrat0w5I/AAAAAAAAEJo/WBChsvwZVv4/s1600/Rio-Movie-Blu-Rio.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPQho3ffFzs/TtmIrat0w5I/AAAAAAAAEJo/WBChsvwZVv4/s320/Rio-Movie-Blu-Rio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daí, para preservar a espécie, ele tem de voar (de avião) até o Brasil. (E a dona vem junto, claro!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPQho3ffFzs/TtmIrat0w5I/AAAAAAAAEJo/WBChsvwZVv4/s1600/Rio-Movie-Blu-Rio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o começo das aventuras... e dos romances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uw7fNf33lJ0/TtmIrxlU6WI/AAAAAAAAEJw/0ojTpaMTqR8/s1600/rio-photo-carlos-saldanha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uw7fNf33lJ0/TtmIrxlU6WI/AAAAAAAAEJw/0ojTpaMTqR8/s200/rio-photo-carlos-saldanha.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O desenho é super bem feito, o roteiro, apesar de previsível, é bem amarrado, bonitinho e com momentos bem divertidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso compatriota Carlos Saldanha dirigiu o trabalho e nos enche de orgulho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as imagens do Rio são estonteantes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOZjWiC-C3U/TtmGVqLYiDI/AAAAAAAAEJg/ogTy1pr-mvw/s1600/Blu-Botafogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOZjWiC-C3U/TtmGVqLYiDI/AAAAAAAAEJg/ogTy1pr-mvw/s320/Blu-Botafogo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi e, passado um tempinho, pretendo ver de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti em outubro/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-643132729848997792?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Fy0fBJ4v4g/TtmB-jJwCTI/AAAAAAAAEJI/nyZCoJYf8KY/s72-c/Rio+Blu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-5400712737443359040</id><published>2011-12-09T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:00:04.061-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Não posso tirar os olhos de você.</title><content type='html'>Gosto muito dessa música, um monte de gente já a gravou, mas esta versão é a minha favorita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A própria Gloria Gaynor tem umas 3 gravações, mas é dessa que eu gosto.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurei muitas vezes pelo disco (LP, CD) e só agora, na era internet, achei!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É para levantar o ânimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uuvPvUmEzoE" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Take My Eyes Off You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes of of you&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like heaven to touch&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you so much&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes of of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the way that I stare&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing else to compare&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you leaves me weak&lt;br /&gt;There are no words left to speak&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel like I feel&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know that it's real&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes of of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby and if it's quite all right&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby to warm the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, trust in me when I say&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, don't bring me down I pray&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, now that I've found you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you baby, let me love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes of of you&lt;br /&gt;You'd be like heaven to touch&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you so much&lt;br /&gt;At long last love has arrived&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;You're just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;Can't take my eyes of of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby and if it's quite all right&lt;br /&gt;I need you baby to warm the lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, trust in me when I say&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, don't bring me down I pray&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby, now that I've found you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you baby, let me love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby and if it's quite all right...&lt;br /&gt;&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/2483367337330228353-5400712737443359040?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/5400712737443359040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-posso-tirar-os-olhos-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5400712737443359040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5400712737443359040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-posso-tirar-os-olhos-de-voce.html' title='Não posso tirar os olhos de você.'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uuvPvUmEzoE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-6156361690066070681</id><published>2011-12-07T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T09:00:15.162-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recomendados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contos'/><title type='text'>Um gato indiscreto e outros contos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE-DefRK6gw/TsbttXxakgI/AAAAAAAAECs/lvMCawz0fdc/s1600/UM_GATO_INDISCRETO_E_OUTROS_CONTOS_saki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE-DefRK6gw/TsbttXxakgI/AAAAAAAAECs/lvMCawz0fdc/s320/UM_GATO_INDISCRETO_E_OUTROS_CONTOS_saki.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um gato indiscreto e outros contos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saki (Hector Hugh Munro) (+/- 1904/1916)&lt;br /&gt;tradução de Francisco Araújo da Costa (2009) &lt;br /&gt;Hedra (141 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saki é o pseudônimo de Hector Hugh Munro, escritor inglês que viveu entre 1870 e 1916.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendo perdido sua mãe quando ainda muito pequeno, foi criado por tias rígidas na Inglaterra.&lt;br /&gt;Se tornou policial, foi aposentado após ter pego malária em Burma, então parte do império britânico, o que o fez voltar à Inglaterra, onde passou a escrever como jornalista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua obra, na maior parte de histórias curtas, foi orinalmente publicada em jornais e, após, reunida para publicação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus contos são bem, mas bem curtos mesmo, e, ao mesmo tempo, extremamente críticos e ácidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a eles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um gato indiscreto &lt;/b&gt;- o melhor conto da coletânea, disparado, motivo porque emprestou o nome ao livro.&amp;nbsp; Em uma casa de campo, Lady Blemley reúne seus hóspedes para o chá.&amp;nbsp; Entre eles, um cientista que afirma poder fazer os animais falarem.&amp;nbsp; Todos acham graça, mas ele afirma ter tido sucesso com Tobermory, o gato da casa.&amp;nbsp; O dono vai chamá-lo para ver se é verdade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reginald &lt;/b&gt;/ &lt;b&gt;Reginald no teatro &lt;/b&gt;/ &lt;b&gt;Reginald e as preocupações &lt;/b&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Reginald é um "dandy" crítico, muito crítico.&amp;nbsp; Três contos em que ele expõe suas "qualidades" em um jantar, em uma noite no teatro e em conversa com uma tia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O sanjaque perdido &lt;/b&gt;- Um capelão vai ouvir a confissão de um condenado à morte. E ele explica porque vai morrer: Ele trocara de roupa com um homem no caminho... e depois não soube se defender por ignorância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O camundongo&lt;/b&gt; - Jovem muito educado e formal sofre durante viagem de trem em que, compartilhando um vagão com uma mulher desconhecida, percebe que um camundongo entrou pelas pernas de sua calça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O estrategista&lt;/b&gt; - Jovem encontra grupo de inimigos em festa e precisa se livrar das possíveis agressões.&amp;nbsp; E ele se sai bem, com muita imaginação. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gabriel-Ernest&lt;/b&gt; - História de lobisomem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esmé&lt;/b&gt; - Duas amigas se perdem durante uma caçada. No meio do bosque, encontram uma hiena que pertencia a um lorde conhecido que gostava de criar animais exóticos e que se perdera. A hiena resolve acompanhá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O tigre de Mrs. Packletide&lt;/b&gt; - A sra. Packletide tinha o sonho de caçar um tigre e resolve ir à África. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A tela&lt;/b&gt; - Homem viaja para receber uma herança e resolve fazer uma tatuagem nas costas. O artista morre logo após, antes de ser pago. Ele procura a viúva mas já não possui o valor combinado. Aí começa a confusão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A cura do desassossego&lt;/b&gt; - Homem escuta conversa em um trem na qual um homem afirma estar vivendo uma monotonia, precisando de "uma cura do desassossego".&amp;nbsp; E o desconhecido resolve presenteá-lo com a tal "cura".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sredni Vashtar&lt;/b&gt; - Menino é criado por tia muito dura.&amp;nbsp; Tentando arrumar alguma diversão, passa a criar um furão em um galpão no fundo do quintal. O nome do conto é o nome do furão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filboid Studge&lt;/b&gt; - Homem pobre quer se casar com a filha de um empresário, só que ele não sabe que o empresário está á beira da falência, o que faz com que ele concorde com o casamento, de imediato.&amp;nbsp; O rapaz fica tão contente que afirma querer retribuir o favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A loba&lt;/b&gt; - Homem, após breve viagem pelo oriente da Rússia, se arvora em grande conhecedor de ciências ocultas.&amp;nbsp; Só que ele cruza o caminho de Clóvis que resolve desmascará-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A janela aberta&lt;/b&gt; - Homem com problemas nervosos recebe a sugestão de fazer visitas a desconhecidos.&amp;nbsp; Em uma ocasião, enquanto espera pela dona da casa, conversa com uma menina que tem um grande talento para inventar histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O método Schartz-Metterklume&lt;/b&gt; - Lady Carlotta perde o trem que ia pegar. É, então, confundida com uma mulher que esperava a nova governanta. Tendo que esperar pelo trem do dia seguinte, ela finge ser realmente a governanta e passa a "educar" as crianças.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A omelete bizantina&lt;/b&gt; - No dia de um jantar importante, os empregados resolvem fazer greve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O contador de histórias&lt;/b&gt; - Homem em um trem tem que dividir o vagão com uma tia rígida e seus três sobrinhos pequenos que, obviamente, não param quietos.&amp;nbsp; O homem resolve, então, contar histórias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os intrusos&lt;/b&gt; - Dois vizinhos inimigos caçam um ao outro em bosque motivo de disputa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei.&amp;nbsp; Gosto do humor inglês ácido.&amp;nbsp; E esses contos são tão curtinhos que sempre deixam um gostinho de quero mais.&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 23/10/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-6156361690066070681?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/6156361690066070681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-gato-indiscreto-e-outros-contos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/6156361690066070681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/6156361690066070681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-gato-indiscreto-e-outros-contos.html' title='Um gato indiscreto e outros contos'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZE-DefRK6gw/TsbttXxakgI/AAAAAAAAECs/lvMCawz0fdc/s72-c/UM_GATO_INDISCRETO_E_OUTROS_CONTOS_saki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3226743986243742770</id><published>2011-12-05T09:00:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T09:00:07.401-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><title type='text'>Livros e Arte - 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPY_oQOLwMg/TtTufmWfcJI/AAAAAAAAEEY/XIggeR10j-A/s1600/Lempicka_polonaise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPY_oQOLwMg/TtTufmWfcJI/AAAAAAAAEEY/XIggeR10j-A/s400/Lempicka_polonaise.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;La Polonaise (A Polonesa) - 1933&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkRXyh65IDc/TtTuSPg96YI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/sjHkgPGRIDg/s1600/Tamara+de+Lempicka.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkRXyh65IDc/TtTuSPg96YI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/sjHkgPGRIDg/s1600/Tamara+de+Lempicka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; La Sagesse&amp;nbsp; (A sabedoria) - 1941&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEVStQu1s5I/TtpvXMIRlZI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/wEXymGQSky4/s1600/Kizette+en+rose+by+Tamara+de+Lempicka-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cEVStQu1s5I/TtpvXMIRlZI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/wEXymGQSky4/s400/Kizette+en+rose+by+Tamara+de+Lempicka-5.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kizette en rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(1926) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tamara Lempika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pintora polonesa (1898 - 1980)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-3226743986243742770?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3226743986243742770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/livros-e-arte-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3226743986243742770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3226743986243742770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/livros-e-arte-31.html' title='Livros e Arte - 31'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uPY_oQOLwMg/TtTufmWfcJI/AAAAAAAAEEY/XIggeR10j-A/s72-c/Lempicka_polonaise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-1902875496100458476</id><published>2011-12-03T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:19:49.163-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Incêndios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FM-FnqVbrfQ/TtTofrrcNqI/AAAAAAAAEEI/QBt8-Yc4p54/s1600/incendios_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FM-FnqVbrfQ/TtTofrrcNqI/AAAAAAAAEEI/QBt8-Yc4p54/s320/incendios_1.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Incêndios &lt;/b&gt;(Incendies)&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Villeneuve (2010)&lt;br /&gt;Filme Franco-Canadense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois irmãos gêmeos, uma moça e um rapaz, na leitura do testamento de sua mãe, mulher fechada e distante, ficam sabendo de seu último desejo:&lt;br /&gt; que entreguem uma carta a seu pai, que não conhecem e não sabiam estar vivo, e outra a seu irmão, que não sabiam existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, saem do Canadá para procurar pai e irmão, investigando o passado de sua mãe no Líbano, através de guerras, conflitos de religiões e ódios.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme é forte, muito forte, não deve ser visto por pessoas muito frágeis, mas deve ser visto por todas as sensíveis, desde que tenham nervos fortes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti em setembro/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-1902875496100458476?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/1902875496100458476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/incendios.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1902875496100458476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1902875496100458476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/incendios.html' title='Incêndios'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FM-FnqVbrfQ/TtTofrrcNqI/AAAAAAAAEEI/QBt8-Yc4p54/s72-c/incendios_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-714993280568488829</id><published>2011-12-01T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T09:00:02.133-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Não é proibido</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito dessa música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letra é uma reunião de coisinhas doces que lembra aquela da Noviça Rebelde, com o intuito de trazer à memória coisas boas, prazerosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música é leve e dançante e realmente alegra qualquer um...&lt;br /&gt;Aumenta o volume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LU-EjxApZhY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Não é proibido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa Monte / Dadi / Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujuba, bananada, pipoca,&lt;br /&gt;Cocada, queijadinha, sorvete,&lt;br /&gt;Chiclete, sundae de chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paçoca, mariola, quindim,&lt;br /&gt;Frumelo, doce de abóbora com coco,&lt;br /&gt;Bala juquinha, algodão doce e manjar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha pra cá, venha comigo!&lt;br /&gt;A hora é pra já, não é proibido.&lt;br /&gt;Vou te contar: tá divertido,&lt;br /&gt;Pode chegar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uh)&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser nesse fim de semana (uh)&lt;br /&gt;Manda um e-mail para a Joana vir (uh)&lt;br /&gt;Woo.. Uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uh)&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa bancar o bacana (uh)&lt;br /&gt;Fala para o Peixoto chegar aí! (uh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traz todo mundo, 'tá liberado, é só chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Traz toda a gente, 'tá convidado, é pra dançar,&lt;br /&gt;Toda tristeza deixa lá fora; chega pra cá!&lt;br /&gt;(uh)&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/2483367337330228353-714993280568488829?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/714993280568488829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-e-proibido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/714993280568488829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/714993280568488829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-e-proibido.html' title='Não é proibido'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LU-EjxApZhY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-8550569805815650612</id><published>2011-11-29T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T11:28:47.329-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>Faça o seu estilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jGnPqGVkAs/TsA1gDCj4AI/AAAAAAAAEAc/8rsG0aIc6Oo/s1600/Style+Yourself.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jGnPqGVkAs/TsA1gDCj4AI/AAAAAAAAEAc/8rsG0aIc6Oo/s320/Style+Yourself.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Style Yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sem autor) - (2011)&lt;br /&gt;Weldonowen (240 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livro sem autor, formulado por equipe da editora, com base&amp;nbsp; na onda de jovens que, diariamente, mostram seu estilo próprio de se vestir em blogs, tendo como centro a Jane Aldridge do blog &lt;a href="http://seaofshoes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sea of Shoes&lt;/a&gt;, que escreveu a apresentação e aparece na capa e em várias fotos dentro do livro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem muito texto, o livro é separado em sessões como: saias, blusas, calças, bolsas, sapatos, acessórios, etc., e mostra sempre um panorama dos modelos mais conhecidos, em desenhos, como no exemplo a seguir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxUOsnOm_EA/TsA1e3tSPoI/AAAAAAAAEAU/ZhMSlNGlRkU/s1600/style-yourself-pants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxUOsnOm_EA/TsA1e3tSPoI/AAAAAAAAEAU/ZhMSlNGlRkU/s320/style-yourself-pants.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida, mostra looks com aquele tipo de peça tratado no capítulo, em inúmeras fotos de 95 blogueiras de todo o mundo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior parte é de americanas e só tem uma brasileira: Clara Campelo do &lt;a href="http://zebratrash.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Zebra Trash&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BIc21S48qP0/TsA1gkBJjtI/AAAAAAAAEAk/_KYu_AvrJGI/s1600/style-yourself.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BIc21S48qP0/TsA1gkBJjtI/AAAAAAAAEAk/_KYu_AvrJGI/s320/style-yourself.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro não traz muita informação, embora valha como um dicionário de moda em inglês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre me impressiono com a quantidade de nomes específicos que as roupas recebem tanto em inglês quanto em francês, enquanto não faço a menor idéia de por qual nome elas são chamadas em português....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os looks nem sempre são bonitos (alguns até beiram o baile de fantasias),&amp;nbsp; mas, gostando de ler e tendo dois blogs, um sobre livros e outro sobre moda, não poderia deixar de comprá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não recomendo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 24/10/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-8550569805815650612?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/8550569805815650612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/faca-o-seu-estilo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/8550569805815650612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/8550569805815650612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/faca-o-seu-estilo.html' title='Faça o seu estilo'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jGnPqGVkAs/TsA1gDCj4AI/AAAAAAAAEAc/8rsG0aIc6Oo/s72-c/Style+Yourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-961770888953993808</id><published>2011-11-27T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:48:04.171-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Livros e Personalidades - 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dIxRoo6MsY/TtGTE4C2JNI/AAAAAAAAEDc/OwBUsGCO2wU/s1600/avaGardner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dIxRoo6MsY/TtGTE4C2JNI/AAAAAAAAEDc/OwBUsGCO2wU/s320/avaGardner.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ava Gardner lendo.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo bem que na primeira foto era uma revista de moda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e, na segunda (com a também atriz Lana Turner), era o roteiro de um filme,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas ela era linda e estava lendo, então merece entrar aqui na minha galeria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TruIJs-Xc0M/TtGTDn611XI/AAAAAAAAEDU/GgU4_qTIlEg/s1600/ava+gardner+e+lana+turner.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TruIJs-Xc0M/TtGTDn611XI/AAAAAAAAEDU/GgU4_qTIlEg/s1600/ava+gardner+e+lana+turner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-961770888953993808?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/961770888953993808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/livros-e-personalidade-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/961770888953993808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/961770888953993808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/livros-e-personalidade-30.html' title='Livros e Personalidades - 30'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dIxRoo6MsY/TtGTE4C2JNI/AAAAAAAAEDc/OwBUsGCO2wU/s72-c/avaGardner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3325847506254444759</id><published>2011-11-21T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:20:44.881-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Não se preocupe...</title><content type='html'>Beach Boys. É o nome de um conjunto americano, que começou nos anos 60, trabalhava muito com vocais e faz sucesso até hoje.&amp;nbsp; Os Beatles afirmaram em uma entrevista que eram fãs deles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o nome indica, eles faziam muitas músicas com o assunto de praia, já que eram da Califórnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este filme mostra uma regravação, recente, com a participação desta cantora country, Loorie Morgan, que eu gosto mais até que a original.&amp;nbsp; Na letra, ela inverte os papéis da mocinha e do rapaz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois vocês me dizem se gostam também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CPJO_9a01ps" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Don't Worry Baby&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Beach Boys&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been building up inside of me&lt;br /&gt;For oh, I don't know how long.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I keep thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;Something's bound to go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she looks in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And makes me realize&lt;br /&gt;And she says,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry baby.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out alright.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should have kept my mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;When I start to brag about my car,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't back down now&lt;br /&gt;Because I pushed the other guys too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me come alive&lt;br /&gt;And makes me want to drive&lt;br /&gt;And she says,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry baby.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out alright.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me, "Baby, when you race today&lt;br /&gt;Just take along my love with you&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew how much I loved you, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could go wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what she does to me&lt;br /&gt;When she makes love to me&lt;br /&gt;And she says,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry baby.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out alright.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry baby.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will turn out alright.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry baby."&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/2483367337330228353-3325847506254444759?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3325847506254444759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-se-preocupe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3325847506254444759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3325847506254444759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-se-preocupe.html' title='Não se preocupe...'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CPJO_9a01ps/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7975659604829497686</id><published>2011-11-20T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:50:52.449-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infantil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francês'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quadrinhos (HQ)'/><title type='text'>Tintin - O caso Girassol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fC1XvejllWw/TsGJqBGnxhI/AAAAAAAAECM/xs9vqLRNP1k/s1600/tournesol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fC1XvejllWw/TsGJqBGnxhI/AAAAAAAAECM/xs9vqLRNP1k/s1600/tournesol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tintin - L'affaire Tournesol &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hergé (1956)&lt;br /&gt;Casterman (62 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;História em quadrinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma da série do Tintin.&amp;nbsp; Agora estou começando a economizar... com pena de acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, na maison Moulinsart começam a se quebrar todos os vidros e espelhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OthgfOgk4M/TsGIkWXPEbI/AAAAAAAAEB8/b1EbFEaVFzo/s1600/tournesol3.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OthgfOgk4M/TsGIkWXPEbI/AAAAAAAAEB8/b1EbFEaVFzo/s1600/tournesol3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Como se não bastasse, o professor Girassol desaparece... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin e o Capitão Haddock partem, então, em uma busca, para resgatar o amigo, se metendo na guerra entre Syldavie e a Bordurie, dois países ávidos por conseguir novas armas que os tornem invencíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aventura, movimentada como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uT97Lw0eOt0/TsGJpO8noDI/AAAAAAAAECE/lyy_K-sMDAE/s1600/herge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uT97Lw0eOt0/TsGJpO8noDI/AAAAAAAAECE/lyy_K-sMDAE/s1600/herge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como curiosidades, o autor se desenhou na frente da mansão, como um jornalista;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o hotel em que os dois aventureiros se hospedam foi inspirado no hotel Cornavin, na Suíça.&amp;nbsp; Hoje, na entrada, Tintin e Milou estão representados em estátuas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUE2KPYfyNc/TsGIf_zy25I/AAAAAAAAEBc/iydk5u1Tpr0/s1600/hotelcornavin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUE2KPYfyNc/TsGIf_zy25I/AAAAAAAAEBc/iydk5u1Tpr0/s1600/hotelcornavin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxeSBNCw3bo/TsGIkBTjsQI/AAAAAAAAEB0/d_R5QI4PhIs/s1600/tournesol2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxeSBNCw3bo/TsGIkBTjsQI/AAAAAAAAEB0/d_R5QI4PhIs/s1600/tournesol2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a casa do professor Topolino, está na rua indicada na história, na cidade de Nyon, somente em número diferente, conhecida, hoje, como "a casa de Tintin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já tinha esquecido de dizer, mas o &lt;a href="http://www.tintimportintim.com/"&gt;Britto &lt;/a&gt;lembrou: gostei, claro, e recomendo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUE2KPYfyNc/TsGIf_zy25I/AAAAAAAAEBc/iydk5u1Tpr0/s1600/hotelcornavin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0QqnjoGIJc/TsGIjXmR2sI/AAAAAAAAEBk/jFHzKPMRU8w/s1600/maison+tintin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0QqnjoGIJc/TsGIjXmR2sI/AAAAAAAAEBk/jFHzKPMRU8w/s320/maison+tintin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 16/10/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-7975659604829497686?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7975659604829497686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/tintin-o-caso-girassol.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7975659604829497686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7975659604829497686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/tintin-o-caso-girassol.html' title='Tintin - O caso Girassol'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fC1XvejllWw/TsGJqBGnxhI/AAAAAAAAECM/xs9vqLRNP1k/s72-c/tournesol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4881437416698086718</id><published>2011-11-18T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:00:05.975-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'>Casa de Bonecas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHKrtNfxZ-w/TsF9RHu4NpI/AAAAAAAAEBE/V6k4_Xcyqes/s1600/casa+de+bonecas+ibsen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHKrtNfxZ-w/TsF9RHu4NpI/AAAAAAAAEBE/V6k4_Xcyqes/s1600/casa+de+bonecas+ibsen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Bonecas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henrik Ibsen (1879)&lt;br /&gt;Veredas (103 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nora, mulher muito bonita e alegre, casada com um advogado, Helmer, se prepara para uma festa a fantasias onde irá se apresentar dançando enquanto seu marido tocará uma tarantela.&amp;nbsp; Durante os preparativos, recebe a visita de uma antiga amiga, de um funcionário do banco onde o marido trabalha e de um médico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjCzxXP8eKU/TsF9S9j2ENI/AAAAAAAAEBU/NNsKgqHEmpQ/s1600/Ibsen-A-Doll-House-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjCzxXP8eKU/TsF9S9j2ENI/AAAAAAAAEBU/NNsKgqHEmpQ/s320/Ibsen-A-Doll-House-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu gosto de ler livros sem saber nada sobre a história. Acho que, assim, a gente aproveita todas as emoções, os risos, as lágrimas e os sobressaltos que o autor preparou para nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseqüentemente, eu me esforço para não contar nada das histórias aqui, respeitando o direito dos meus visitantes de apreciar o livro da mesma forma que eu, o que torna desesperador o meu trabalho de falar sobre os livros que li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o caso deste. É quase impossível falar qualquer coisa sem revelar muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A questão principal, que só menciono porque é&amp;nbsp; amplamente divulgada, é que Ibsen trata da forma que as mulheres são vistas pelos homens, como bonecas, motivo do nome da peça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isso é que faz da peça algo realmente impressionante:&amp;nbsp; foi um homem que a escreveu, e esse homem foi capaz de se colocar no lugar de uma mulher e sentir como ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que Ibsen teria se inspirado em um caso real, vivido por Laura Kieler, modificando o desfecho da trama na peça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gbfx3Qcqihg/TsF9SIpMp5I/AAAAAAAAEBM/ZBcjUNDfhfc/s1600/Henrik_Ibsen_av_Eilif_Peterssen_1895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gbfx3Qcqihg/TsF9SIpMp5I/AAAAAAAAEBM/ZBcjUNDfhfc/s320/Henrik_Ibsen_av_Eilif_Peterssen_1895.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parabenizado por algumas mulheres, o autor teria dito:&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;i&gt;(...) Eu sou mais poeta do que filósofo e declino da honra de ter lutado conscientemente pela causa feminista. Eu não consigo sequer ver o que seja a causa feminista. Para mim, há somente uma causa, a da humanidade. (...)&amp;nbsp; Eu considero como um dever educar o povo pela cultura intelectual, mas, antes que se possa formar o homem, é preciso formar a criança. E cabe à mãe a tarefa de acordar no íntimo da criança o gosto pela cultura e o respeito pela disciplina moral.&amp;nbsp; As mulheres, como mães, e somente desta forma, podem e devem resolver o problema humano.&lt;/i&gt;"&amp;nbsp; (Teoria que, anos mais tarde, seria retomada por Foucaut). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em suma, a peça trata do respeito devido a um ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E recomendo. Bastante. Para homens e mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 07/09/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-4881437416698086718?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/4881437416698086718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/casa-de-bonecas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4881437416698086718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4881437416698086718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/casa-de-bonecas.html' title='Casa de Bonecas'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHKrtNfxZ-w/TsF9RHu4NpI/AAAAAAAAEBE/V6k4_Xcyqes/s72-c/casa+de+bonecas+ibsen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-5183517931613650248</id><published>2011-11-16T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:00:09.355-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><title type='text'>Livros e arte - 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBAMZhwCC4M/TsGY2xfnpuI/AAAAAAAAECc/b1w8zPPPyvE/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo-c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 0em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBAMZhwCC4M/TsGY2xfnpuI/AAAAAAAAECc/b1w8zPPPyvE/s640/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo-c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jean-Jacques Sempé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ilustrador francês que eu amo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-5183517931613650248?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/5183517931613650248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/livros-e-arte-30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5183517931613650248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5183517931613650248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/livros-e-arte-30.html' title='Livros e arte - 30'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBAMZhwCC4M/TsGY2xfnpuI/AAAAAAAAECc/b1w8zPPPyvE/s72-c/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo-c%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-2403265304328998525</id><published>2011-11-14T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:00:02.519-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>Work it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf7qqx440Sk/TphpqBp7qjI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/w9gPm8uUJIc/s1600/9780811865227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf7qqx440Sk/TphpqBp7qjI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/w9gPm8uUJIc/s1600/9780811865227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Work it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Garza e Joe Lupo (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Chronicle Books&amp;nbsp; (173 pág )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro se propõe a resolver problemas de clientes com roupas de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O início do livro é cheio de questionários para definir cores, personalidade, tipo de atitude desejada no trabalho, etc.&amp;nbsp; Mas este blá-blá-blá não encontra qualquer correspondência na segunda parte do livro. Ou seja, o que adianta saber que minhas cores são do grupo Star?&amp;nbsp; E que a personalidade é essa ou aquela?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Os autores não apresentam quaisquer informações sobre o porquê de terem escolhido estas e não aquelas peças para as clientes de acordo com as categorias de cada uma obtidas nos questionários. O texto, realmente, é pobre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do mais, quase todos os looks rodam em torno do cinza, ameixa e cores fechadas, e são muito similares.&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, é como uma revista de moda, com excelentes modelos, mas só.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Mas acho que valeu a pena a compra porque apesar de o livro ser pobre em informações, gostei muito porque usaria quase todas as roupas fotografadas, muito interessantes e femininas e que merecem ser vistas e copiadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os looks são realmente lindos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;[terminei em 15/10/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-2403265304328998525?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/2403265304328998525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/work-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2403265304328998525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2403265304328998525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/work-it.html' title='Work it!'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nf7qqx440Sk/TphpqBp7qjI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/w9gPm8uUJIc/s72-c/9780811865227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-1753469603869331095</id><published>2011-11-11T09:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:51:56.629-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa sabia das coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O Que Há&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Álvaro de Campos &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;O que há em mim é sobretudo cansaço—&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não disto nem daquilo,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nem sequer de tudo ou de nada:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cansaço assim mesmo, ele mesmo,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cansaço.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A sutileza das sensações inúteis,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As paixões violentas por coisa nenhuma,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Os amores intensos por o suposto em alguém,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Essas coisas todas —&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Essas e o que falta nelas eternamente —;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tudo isso faz um cansaço,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Este cansaço,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cansaço.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Há sem dúvida quem ame o infinito,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Há sem dúvida quem deseje o impossível,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Há sem dúvida quem não queiranada —&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Três tipos de idealistas, e eu nenhum deles:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Porque eu amo infinitamente o finito,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Porque eu desejo impossivelmente o possível,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Porque quero tudo, ou um pouco mais, se puderser,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ou até se não puder ser...&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E o resultado?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Para eles a vida vivida ou sonhada,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Para eles o sonho sonhado ou vivido,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Para eles a média entre tudo e nada, istoé, isto...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Para mim só um grande, um profundo,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E, ah com que felicidade infecundo, cansaço,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Um supremíssimo cansaço,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Íssimno, íssimo, íssimo,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cansaço...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-1753469603869331095?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/1753469603869331095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/fernando-pessoa-sabia-das-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1753469603869331095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1753469603869331095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/fernando-pessoa-sabia-das-coisas.html' title='Fernando Pessoa sabia das coisas...'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-1709700413537194324</id><published>2011-11-03T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:00:03.567-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francês'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guias/manuais'/><title type='text'>La Parisienne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KY67DAfLmMA/To_PYqW2uUI/AAAAAAAADzA/NIbFFZpvvaI/s1600/1010192_ines_de_la_fressange_livre_la_parisienne-e1291195116203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KY67DAfLmMA/To_PYqW2uUI/AAAAAAAADzA/NIbFFZpvvaI/s320/1010192_ines_de_la_fressange_livre_la_parisienne-e1291195116203.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Parisienne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ines de la Fressange (2010)&lt;br /&gt;Flammarion (238 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um conceito mundialmente estabelecido que a mulher parisiense sabe se vestir bem e tem um estilo especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei, ainda não tive a oportunidade de verificar &lt;i&gt;in loco.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;Um dia chego lá, quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este livro parte desta premissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pJLDPtqq2o/To_MWQwYbYI/AAAAAAAADy0/uaXc_XVNGoI/s1600/ines_de_la_fressange.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pJLDPtqq2o/To_MWQwYbYI/AAAAAAAADy0/uaXc_XVNGoI/s320/ines_de_la_fressange.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A autora, modelo ultra-famosa, que atuou principalmente nos anos 80, musa da grife Chanel com contrato de exclusividade, não nasceu em Paris, mas vive na Cidade-Luz há tanto tempo que já se considera parisiense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela se dedica, então, a analisar o estilo da parisiense e a apresentar dicas de lojas, hotéis, restaurantes, apresentando como básicos do guarda-roupa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOi15RrOzHU/To_PLv2DisI/AAAAAAAADy8/VW-gdq9EveA/s1600/421415-nine-d-urso-incarne-la-parisienne-637x0-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOi15RrOzHU/To_PLv2DisI/AAAAAAAADy8/VW-gdq9EveA/s320/421415-nine-d-urso-incarne-la-parisienne-637x0-5.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1- O paletó de homem.&lt;br /&gt;2- O trench-coat&lt;br /&gt;3- Um sweater azul marinho&lt;br /&gt;4- Uma regata branca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggRzOOi-uuY/To_N2XRDQ7I/AAAAAAAADy4/e3VG4HxXXVo/s1600/vestidonine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ggRzOOi-uuY/To_N2XRDQ7I/AAAAAAAADy4/e3VG4HxXXVo/s320/vestidonine.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5- Um vestido preto&lt;br /&gt;6- Um jeans&lt;br /&gt;7- Uma jaqueta em couro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jovem nas fotos é a filha mais velha (16 anos) da modelo, Nina d'Urso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que o livro não vale a pena nem pelo tempo empregado para lê-lo e, muito menos, pelo dinheiro gasto para comprá-lo, já que ele é bem caro e o conteúdo banal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-1709700413537194324?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/1709700413537194324/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-parisienne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1709700413537194324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1709700413537194324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-parisienne.html' title='La Parisienne'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KY67DAfLmMA/To_PYqW2uUI/AAAAAAAADzA/NIbFFZpvvaI/s72-c/1010192_ines_de_la_fressange_livre_la_parisienne-e1291195116203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-9146343162154078041</id><published>2011-11-01T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:00:03.863-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moda'/><title type='text'>Primeiros passos na costura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmAwor2PebE/TnKdjQXgkFI/AAAAAAAADvM/rjHCIcboasc/s1600/La+couture+premiers+pas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmAwor2PebE/TnKdjQXgkFI/AAAAAAAADvM/rjHCIcboasc/s320/La+couture+premiers+pas.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;La couture premiers pas &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perrine Colignon (2010)&lt;br /&gt;Eyrolles (168 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A autora é muito didática e ensina o bê-a-bá da costura: como enfiar uma agulha, os pontos à mão, como fazer bainhas, pregar botões, como costurar à máquina, pences, franzidos, pregas, viés, como pregar zíper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela ainda apresenta fórmulas para cálculo de pregas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meu interesse principal era adquirir este vocabulário de costura em francês.&amp;nbsp; Só que o livrinho (ele é pequerrucho) ultrapassou as minhas expectativas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A autora mantém um site sobre costura: &lt;a href="http://www.petitcitron.com/"&gt;http://www.petitcitron.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 07/09/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-9146343162154078041?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/9146343162154078041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/primeiros-passos-na-costura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/9146343162154078041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/9146343162154078041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/11/primeiros-passos-na-costura.html' title='Primeiros passos na costura'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmAwor2PebE/TnKdjQXgkFI/AAAAAAAADvM/rjHCIcboasc/s72-c/La+couture+premiers+pas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-807071554626435499</id><published>2011-10-31T09:00:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:00:09.354-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 31 – Qual o livro que você leu esse ano que mais gostou? &lt;/b&gt;Fale sobre ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um só?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, A Metamorfose de Kafka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em segundo lugar, Os Três Mosqueteiros, A Ilha do Tesouro, O Velho e o Mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos esses são muito bons, mas, tendo que escolher, fico com A Metamorfose.&amp;nbsp; Até agora, pelo menos, ainda tem ano pela frente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-807071554626435499?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/807071554626435499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/807071554626435499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/807071554626435499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-31.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 31'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3648266718221343245</id><published>2011-10-30T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T09:00:05.141-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 30 – Qual foi o último livro que você comprou? &lt;/b&gt;Fale sobre ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um livro bobinho, sobre moda, escrito a partir do gancho deixado pelo fenômeno dos blogs de moda no mundo todo, chamado "Style Yourself".&lt;br /&gt;Assim que acabar esse Meme, faço um post sobre ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De literatura, foram dois juntos: "Casa de bonecas" que já li e já, já, aparece resenha sobre ele aqui e "A mulher do viajante no tempo", que acabei comprando depois de ter lido sei lá quantas resenhas, mas está na fila de espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-3648266718221343245?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3648266718221343245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3648266718221343245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3648266718221343245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-30.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 30'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7369713037212871034</id><published>2011-10-29T09:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T09:00:00.355-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 29 – Quantos livros em média você costuma comprar por mês?&lt;/b&gt; Você costuma comprar livros em sebos, ou prefere as livrarias? Compra muito pela internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novamente, abaixo as regras!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho uma média. Passo séculos sem comprar nada e, de repente, dá a louca consumista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compro em sebos, em livrarias, pela internet, em banquinhas na feira,&amp;nbsp; em bancas de jornais, não importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que, entre um livro novo e um velho, prefiro o limpinho, mas se não tiver, ataco os amarelados sem problema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-7369713037212871034?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7369713037212871034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-29.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7369713037212871034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7369713037212871034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-29.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 29'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-5082822895715204363</id><published>2011-10-28T09:00:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:00:15.100-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 28 – O que você faz quando encontra uma palavra que não conhece durante a leitura?&lt;/b&gt; Para para procurar no dicionário? Anota para procurar depois? Ou tenta deduzir seu significado pelo contexto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento deduzir pelo contexto, mas se não dá ou se a palavra me instiga, corro aos dicionários.&amp;nbsp; Sim, no plural, porque é bom consultar mais de um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quê?&amp;nbsp; Veja o exemplo:&amp;nbsp; Qual é o certo: Berinjela ou beringela?&lt;br /&gt;No Aurélio está de um jeito e no Houaiss de outro....&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, a gente pode escrever das duas formas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Antes de botar na panela, o único cuidado é ver se não tem bichinho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-5082822895715204363?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/5082822895715204363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5082822895715204363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5082822895715204363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-28.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 28'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7402043762249046079</id><published>2011-10-27T09:00:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:00:06.863-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 27 – Você costuma fazer anotações enquanto lê?&lt;/b&gt; Se sim, onde? A ideia de fazer anotações no próprio livro lhe assusta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depende.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Em geral, eu tenho horror a estragar um livro.&amp;nbsp; Tem gente que marca as páginas virando os cantinhos.... urghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, às vezes, marco passagens que são particularmente interessantes, (especialmente para citar aqui no blog) ou palavras para consultar no dicionário.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Isso acontece mais quando estou lendo livros em francês ou inglês, porque a gente aproveita a leitura para aprender um pouco mais da língua.&lt;br /&gt;Mas só marco com lápis ou com aqueles marcadores amarelos à base de álcool que somem com o tempo. &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/2483367337330228353-7402043762249046079?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7402043762249046079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7402043762249046079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7402043762249046079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-27.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 27'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-2063902618495450616</id><published>2011-10-26T09:00:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:03:33.190-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 26 – Qual o maior (em número de páginas) livro que você já leu? &lt;/b&gt;Quanto tempo demorou? Fale sobre ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Bíblia&amp;nbsp; (a quantidade de páginas depende da edição, tamanho da letra, etc., mas fica em torno de 1.300, 1.600 págs.).&lt;br /&gt;Em uma das leituras demorei 3 anos... em outra 6 meses.&amp;nbsp; Depende da disposição de tempo que a gente tem.&amp;nbsp; Na época da dos 6 meses, eu ainda conseguia ler nos ônibus, daí aproveitava os engarrafamentos. Mas agora, ler nos ônibus me deixa com dor de cabeça, fazer o quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também teve o Conde de Monte-Cristo (1.398 pág.), que foi rápido, em uma virada de ano. A história prende tanto que a gente não larga o livro para nada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e, depois, Anna Karenina (749 pág.).&lt;br /&gt;Esse foi mais custoso. Comecei, parei, anos depois comecei de novo, parei, muitos anos depois recomecei mais uma vez e terminei, mas não me lembro quantos dias esta última vez levou...&amp;nbsp; Se contar o período todo, foi uma vida, uns trinta anos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, também tem As 1001 noites, que é enorme (mais de 1.500 págs.), mas esse ainda estou no meio do caminho, só terminei o primeiro volume (do total de 3).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-2063902618495450616?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/2063902618495450616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2063902618495450616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2063902618495450616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-26.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 26'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-2409786290225080365</id><published>2011-10-25T09:00:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T10:42:41.670-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 25 – Tem algum livro do qual você tenha mais de uma edição?&lt;/b&gt; Se sim, por que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vários.&lt;br /&gt;Eu leio em francês e o marido não.&lt;br /&gt;Daí que todos os clássicos franceses estão em duplicata: Os miseráveis, O conde de Monte-Cristo, O vermelho e o negro, Madame Bovary, Os três mosqueteiros....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do "O Velho e o Mar" que me deu uma louca de ler em inglês, maluquice que repeti no "Retrato de Dorian Gray" que está na estante, pausado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso, sem falar na Bíblia, que temos várias, pelo motivo óbvio de poder comparar as traduções, além do fato de que algumas vêm acompanhadas de comentários, estudos, etc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-2409786290225080365?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/2409786290225080365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2409786290225080365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2409786290225080365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-25.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 25'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7824934474510317731</id><published>2011-10-24T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:54:57.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 24 – Você lê um livro por vez ou gosta de alternar a leitura em dois ou mais livros?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faço de tudo um pouco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um por vez,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;quatro ao mesmo tempo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;três sendo lidos e meia dúzia pausada na estante...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nenhum,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;um só, sofregamente...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liberdade! Adoro burlar as minhas próprias regras (hehehehe)! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-7824934474510317731?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7824934474510317731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7824934474510317731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7824934474510317731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-24.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 24'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3177995322031174759</id><published>2011-10-23T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T12:02:51.372-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 23 – Você costumar ler e-books?&lt;/b&gt; Ou prefere o bom e velho livro em papel?&amp;nbsp;Por que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leio ebooks, mas só se forem de graça.&amp;nbsp; Se for comprar, compro o papel.&amp;nbsp; Além do mais, os preços dos e-books são muito altos, tendo em vista que as editoras não gastam papel, tinta, trabalho de impressão, embalagem, distribuição, etc.&amp;nbsp; Não era para ser tão caro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livro de papel a gente lê em qualquer lugar, independentemente de energia elétrica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, de graça, encaro o ebook.&lt;br /&gt;Na boa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-3177995322031174759?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3177995322031174759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3177995322031174759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3177995322031174759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-23.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 23'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-93417040667316201</id><published>2011-10-22T09:00:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T09:00:08.472-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 22 – Cite um ou dois livros com títulos que você acha interessantes. &lt;/b&gt;Você costuma escolher livros pelo título?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pelo título, não.&amp;nbsp; Mas o título funciona como "isca".&amp;nbsp; Depois de fisgada, procuro saber um pouco mais e, se as informações corroborarem com o interesse deixado pelo nome, vou à luta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente comprei um assim. O título é "A máquina de fazer espanhóis".&amp;nbsp; O título não é incrível?&lt;br /&gt;Vi também a entrevista do autor, português, na época da FLIP, no programa "Sem Censura" e comprei. Está na fila de espera.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-93417040667316201?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/93417040667316201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/93417040667316201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/93417040667316201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-22.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 22'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-6186612666751115632</id><published>2011-10-21T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:00:24.813-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 21 – Quanto tempo em média você demora para ler um livro?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depende da época, do tamanho, do assunto...&amp;nbsp; Mas se for na matemática,&amp;nbsp; este ano, até agora, estou com uma média de 7 dias por livro. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-6186612666751115632?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/6186612666751115632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/6186612666751115632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/6186612666751115632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-21.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 21'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-8207012945159431455</id><published>2011-10-20T09:00:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:00:14.950-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dia 20 – Você gosta de poesias?&lt;/b&gt; Qual o seu poeta ou poema favorito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil dizer.&amp;nbsp; Quando a poesia é boa, normalmente é dilacerante, acaba com o leitor, mas quando é ruim, é chato de não se poder aguentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí que tenho medo, seja de me entediar mortalmente ou de cair em prantos, e evito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das últimas que li era do Rimbaud, "Le dormeur du val", sobre um soldado deitado em um campo. Quase não consegui enxergar os últimos versos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis a versão original e a tradução, muito bem feita, do também poeta Ferreira Gullar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LE DORMEUR DU VAL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est un trou de verdure où chante une rivière,&lt;br /&gt;Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons&lt;br /&gt;D'argent; où le soleil, de la montagne fière,&lt;br /&gt;Luit: c'est un petit val qui mousse de rayons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tête nue,&lt;br /&gt;Et la nuque baignant dans le frais cresson bleu,&lt;br /&gt;Dort; il est étendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue,&lt;br /&gt;Pâle dans son lit vert où la lumière pleut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les pieds dans les glaïeuls, il dort. Souriant comme&lt;br /&gt;Sourirait un enfant malade, il fait un somme:&lt;br /&gt;Nature, berce-le chaudement: il a froid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les parfums ne font pas frissonner sa narine;&lt;br /&gt;Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine,&lt;br /&gt;Tranquille. Il a deux trous rouges au côté droit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADORMECIDO NO VALE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradução:&amp;nbsp; Ferreira Gullar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um vão de verdura onde um riacho canta&lt;br /&gt;A espalhar pelas ervas farrapos de prata &lt;br /&gt;Como se delirasse, e o sol da montanha &lt;br /&gt;Num espumar de raios seu clarão desata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovem soldado, boca aberta, a testa nua,&lt;br /&gt;Banhando a nuca em frescas águas azuis, &lt;br /&gt;Dorme estendido e ali sobre a relva flutua, &lt;br /&gt;Frágil, no leito verde onde chove luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os pés entre os lírios, sorri mansamente&lt;br /&gt;Como sorri no sono um menino doente. &lt;br /&gt;Embala-o, natureza, aquece-o, ele tem frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já não sente o odor das flores, o macio &lt;br /&gt;Da relva. Adormecido, a mão sobre o peito, &lt;br /&gt;Tem dois furos vermelhos do lado direito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/2483367337330228353-8207012945159431455?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/8207012945159431455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/8207012945159431455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/8207012945159431455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-20.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 20'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-1181161350747312426</id><published>2011-10-19T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T09:00:18.955-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Dia 19 – Qual é o livro que você leu, gostou e recomenda para todo mundo ler também?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bíblia, claro!&amp;nbsp; Imprescindível.&lt;br /&gt;Independentemente de crença, é o fundamento da nossa civilização ocidental, além de conter histórias incríveis. &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/2483367337330228353-1181161350747312426?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/1181161350747312426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1181161350747312426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1181161350747312426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-19.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 19'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3478882849064329387</id><published>2011-10-18T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:00:08.831-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; Dia 18 – Você lê livros que não são para sua idade? &lt;/b&gt;Como livros infanto-juvenis ou YA para quem é adulto, ou livros adultos para quem é adolescente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sim, sim.... E adoro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os anos vão passando, a gente acumula as idades, tem dentro de si os vários "eus", com suas diversas emoções.&lt;br /&gt;A criança pode imaginar o velho, mas é só imaginação.&amp;nbsp; Já o velho sabe como é ser criança, os sentimentos ficam guardados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leio livro de jovens, de crianças e até choro com eles.&lt;br /&gt;&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/2483367337330228353-3478882849064329387?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3478882849064329387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3478882849064329387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3478882849064329387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-18.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 18'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-246852908974238709</id><published>2011-10-17T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:00:02.909-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 17 – Cite um livro que você achou que iria gostar e acabou não gostando.&lt;/b&gt; Fale sobre ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, muitos!&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade a gente gosta mesmo de uma meia dúzia, o resto só enche lingüiça (com trema mesmo, sou contra a Reforma Ortográfica).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me lembre agora, "&lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2009/09/voo-noturno.html"&gt;Vol de nuit&lt;/a&gt;" de  Saint-Exupéry.&amp;nbsp; Comecei com a expectativa lá no alto, afinal, era o mesmo autor do "Pequeno príncipe",&amp;nbsp; mas é chato pra dedéu.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro foi o&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;"&lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2010/03/188-contes-regler.html"&gt;188 Contes à Regler&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;/b&gt;do Jacques Sternberg. Havia lido uns contos dele que eu havia adorado. Tem um do robô que é memorável.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Daí comprei, toda animada, esse livro.&amp;nbsp; Uuuggghhh! Chato do princípio ao fim.&amp;nbsp; Decepção completa. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou parar por aqui, a lista é grande. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/2483367337330228353-246852908974238709?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/246852908974238709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/246852908974238709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/246852908974238709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-17.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 17'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4622941244417557530</id><published>2011-10-16T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:00:06.868-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 16 – Cite um livro que você achou que não iria gostar e acabou adorando.&lt;/b&gt; Fale sobre ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem, já faz muito tempo que só leio o que quero, as leituras (de literatura) obrigatórias aconteceram somente no colégio... e já me livrei desse fardo há 30 anos!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Então, dificilmente eu pego para ler um livro que eu ache que não vá gostar, a minha expectativa sempre é boa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Mas, quando comprei o "&lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2010/10/admiravel-mundo-novo.html"&gt;Admirável Mundo Novo&lt;/a&gt;", estava lendo outro livro e ele foi para a estante.&amp;nbsp; O marido viu, o pegou para ler e disse que não tinha gostado.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Balde d'água gelado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só que eu sou teimosa e resolvi encará-lo mesmo assim, confiando que podia gostar.... e gostei.&amp;nbsp; Não é o caso de "acabou adorando"... mas gostei.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talvez também o "&lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2009/10/esperando-godot.html"&gt;Esperando Godot&lt;/a&gt;" de Becket.&amp;nbsp; Comecei meio ressabiada, achando que seria muito ácido, ou totalmente pirado, com toda a fama do Teatro do Absurdo, mas acabei gostando, e muito.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2483367337330228353-4622941244417557530?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/4622941244417557530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4622941244417557530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4622941244417557530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-16.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 16'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-2030612583352476489</id><published>2011-10-15T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:00:09.951-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 15 – Qual é o seu vilão literário favorito?&lt;/b&gt; Por que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não me lembro de muitos vilões, especialmente notáveis.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acho que na maior parte dos livros, o vilão é o ser humano,&amp;nbsp; capaz de fazer mal ao seu semelhante e, até, a si mesmo, ou, talvez, o tempo, implacável, que impede que os homens, após terem errado, voltem atrás e tentem novamente, obrigando-os a conviver com as conseqüências e as lembranças... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&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/2483367337330228353-2030612583352476489?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/2030612583352476489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2030612583352476489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2030612583352476489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-15.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 15'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3119259793254164012</id><published>2011-10-14T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T09:00:08.379-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 14 – Se você pudesse fazer uma pergunta para o seu escritor preferido (vivo ou morto), qual seria o escritor e qual seria a pergunta?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escritor preferido.....&lt;br /&gt;pergunta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei. Não sei mesmo quem é o favorito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas gostaria de saber, de todo e qualquer escritor, como surgiu a história, os personagens, se ele segue um plano ou se o fluir da narrativa o faz modificar o traçado inicial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há muitos anos, assisti a um fragmento de entrevista com o Gabriel Garcia Marques na qual ele dizia que tinha cuidado com a forma de acabar um capítulo, fazendo com que o leitor tivesse desejo de continuar no seguinte...&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de aprender os truques que ele usa para prender a atenção, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&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/2483367337330228353-3119259793254164012?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3119259793254164012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3119259793254164012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3119259793254164012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-14.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 14'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-8907105797615659924</id><published>2011-10-13T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T19:48:20.656-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dia 13 – Se você pudesse trocar de lugar com o personagem de um livro, qual seria? &lt;/b&gt;Que história dessa personagem você gostaria de viver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo menos Gregor Samsa!!!!!!! (&lt;/b&gt;personagem de A Metamorfose de Fraz Kafka que se transforma em uma barata)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston Smith(de 1984 de George Orwell)também não, de jeito e maneira... (o final é de matar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez no lugar da Elizabeth Bennet, me identifiquei muito com ela, com aquela "capacidade" de sempre estragar tudo, falando o que não deve... e vamos e venhamos:&amp;nbsp; Mr. Darcy vale a pena uma incursão no mundo dos livros, não é?&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/2483367337330228353-8907105797615659924?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/8907105797615659924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-13.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/8907105797615659924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/8907105797615659924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-13.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 13'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4111407440120666450</id><published>2011-10-12T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:41:12.098-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRmvvYK1yu4/TpDOq0a463I/AAAAAAAADzE/BDhbRfiYi9A/s1600/Adr%25C3%25A9_Emilia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRmvvYK1yu4/TpDOq0a463I/AAAAAAAADzE/BDhbRfiYi9A/s1600/Adr%25C3%25A9_Emilia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dia 12 – Se você pudesse conhecer um lugar/mundo que só existe nos livros, qual seria? &lt;/b&gt;Por que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shangrilá, acho eu, ou talvez o Sítio do Picapau Amarelo.&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembro de outros locais que só existam nos livros que sejam agradáveis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escolha, no momento da compra da passagem, fico com o Sítio. é mais perto e mais divertido. &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/2483367337330228353-4111407440120666450?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/4111407440120666450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4111407440120666450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4111407440120666450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-12.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 12'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRmvvYK1yu4/TpDOq0a463I/AAAAAAAADzE/BDhbRfiYi9A/s72-c/Adr%25C3%25A9_Emilia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-5206013277294092215</id><published>2011-10-11T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:00:23.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xkm1Cu4yss/TTxCC4LvEOI/AAAAAAAACWc/sNnQECwf3R8/s1600/ObrigadoJeeves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xkm1Cu4yss/TTxCC4LvEOI/AAAAAAAACWc/sNnQECwf3R8/s320/ObrigadoJeeves.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dia 11 – Cite um livro que fez você rir. &lt;/b&gt;Fale um pouco sobre ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de livros que me fazem rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E essa, normalmente, é uma prerrogativa dos escritores ingleses.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do humor inglês, embora ele seja mais chegado a sorrisos do que gargalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou lendo, muito lentamente, um livro de contos de um escritor inglês conhecido sob o pseudônimo de Saki que tem um humor extremamente ácido, uma crítica afiada, que surpreende, mas não é o meu escolhido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O autor, também inglês, que mais me diverte é o &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/01/p-g-wodehouse.html"&gt;P.G.Wodehouse&lt;/a&gt;, com as trapahadas do&amp;nbsp; Wooster e seu mordomo Jeeves.&amp;nbsp; Veja mais nos posts sobre os dois&amp;nbsp; livros que eu li (o autor tem mais de 300...): &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2010/05/entao-ta-jeeves.html%20"&gt;Então tá Jeeves&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/02/obrigado-jeeves.html"&gt;Obrigado Jeeves&lt;/a&gt;.&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/2483367337330228353-5206013277294092215?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/5206013277294092215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5206013277294092215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5206013277294092215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-11.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 11'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5xkm1Cu4yss/TTxCC4LvEOI/AAAAAAAACWc/sNnQECwf3R8/s72-c/ObrigadoJeeves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3066814907005518516</id><published>2011-10-10T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T09:00:18.520-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme Literário 2011 - Dia 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dia 10 – Se você pudesse escolher um único livro para ganhar/comprar até o final do ano, qual seria?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;Não faço a mínima idéia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha experiência é de que os livros nesse país saem de catálogo...&amp;nbsp; O que, nos tempos atuais, de impressão digital, não tem a menor lógica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, se quero um livro, ele está disponível e tenho o dinheiro suficiente para comprá-lo, o negócio está fechado.&amp;nbsp; Não deixo para depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim,&amp;nbsp; não me lembro de nenhum pelo qual eu tenha um desejo especial...&lt;br /&gt;(Acabei de receber uma caixa com meus últimos desejos. he,he,he)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-3066814907005518516?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3066814907005518516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3066814907005518516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3066814907005518516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-10.html' title='Meme Literário 2011 - Dia 10'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4023744738452609915</id><published>2011-10-09T09:00:00.019-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:00:09.602-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dia 09 – Você costuma ficar com todos os livros que compra?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;O que faz com aqueles que não gosta? Troca? Dá? Fica?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil me livrar deles...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não sei o porquê, mesmo aqueles dos quais não gostei ficam guardados.&lt;br /&gt;Se bem que o espaço está rareando e às vezes eu penso em fazer uma limpa para um sebo.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-4023744738452609915?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/4023744738452609915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4023744738452609915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4023744738452609915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-9.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 9'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7878971678953291778</id><published>2011-10-08T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:00:11.375-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dia 08 – Quantos livros você tem? Qual o autor do qual você tem mais livros? Fale um pouco sobre isso. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faço a menor idéia....&amp;nbsp; Nem tenho vontade de contar.&amp;nbsp; Só sei que são muitos, mais de mil. E como meu marido e eu temos gostos de leitura diferentes, são muitos livros mesmo.&amp;nbsp; Livros na sala, livros no escritório, livros no corredor, livros na cozinha (de receitas), livros no armário, livros no quarto (poucos, só os que estão sendo lidos no momento, por causa da poeira, eu sou alérgica).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Qual o autor???????&amp;nbsp; O livro que mais temos é a Bíblia, em várias traduções, edições, etc..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vários livros de uma escritora francesa chamada Fred Vargas, especializada em policiais, a obra completa de Eça de Queiroz, quase completa de Machado de Assis, mas acho que o autor do qual temos mais livros é do meu falecido sogro, o  escritor e jornalista Nestor de Holanda, obviamente o filho tinha que ter todos os livros do pai...&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/2483367337330228353-7878971678953291778?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7878971678953291778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7878971678953291778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7878971678953291778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-8.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 8'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-356360335629095101</id><published>2011-10-07T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T09:00:20.398-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; Dia 07 – Você costuma emprestar ou pegar livros emprestados?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Sim? Não? Por que?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já emprestei e peguei emprestado, mas não gosto.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de emprestar, porque muitas vezes os livros voltam muito maltratados ou nem mesmo voltam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também não gosto de pegar emprestado, para poder ler quando bem entender, sem preocupação de devolver, poder sublinhar, etc. &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/2483367337330228353-356360335629095101?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/356360335629095101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/356360335629095101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/356360335629095101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-7.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 7'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-698236850820477479</id><published>2011-10-06T09:00:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:00:09.509-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2G4PoWci6I/TojajDcC2oI/AAAAAAAADwI/pMHyjRrlI3M/s1600/88970175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2G4PoWci6I/TojajDcC2oI/AAAAAAAADwI/pMHyjRrlI3M/s320/88970175.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dia 06 – Quem (ou o quê) inspirou seu amor por livros?&lt;/b&gt; Conte como foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Em nossa casa sempre houve muitos livros e ela, desde meus primeiros anos,&amp;nbsp; comprou muitos livros de criança, histórias em quadrinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu era sozinha, filha única, com ambos os pais trabalhando, morando em apartamento, lia e relia todos eles.&lt;br /&gt;O hábito se enraizou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como não podia deixar de ser, casei com um amante dos livros também, e nossa casa está cheia de estantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-698236850820477479?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/698236850820477479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-6.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/698236850820477479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/698236850820477479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-6.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 6'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2G4PoWci6I/TojajDcC2oI/AAAAAAAADwI/pMHyjRrlI3M/s72-c/88970175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7487094717914766684</id><published>2011-10-05T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:00:07.948-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo9lmw_2Gy0/TojXlP9kWoI/AAAAAAAADwE/tdZboo_-RLM/s1600/117467149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo9lmw_2Gy0/TojXlP9kWoI/AAAAAAAADwE/tdZboo_-RLM/s320/117467149.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Dia 05 – Você costuma abandonar a leitura de um livro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Você está no meio da leitura de um livro, só que está odiando. É chato, sem graça, mal escrito… O que faz? Larga-o na mesma hora ou persiste até o final?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raramente eu abandono um livro.&amp;nbsp; Já aconteceu, especialmente quando o conteúdo ia contra meus princípios.&amp;nbsp; Mas somente neste caso.&amp;nbsp; Sou leitora do tipo teimoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algumas vezes, foi bom ter insistido, já tive boas surpresas com livros que haviam começado mal e que apresentaram ótimos desenvolvimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com essa esperança que continuo os livros.&amp;nbsp; Quando não estou aguentando, dou uma pausa, reparto o tempo com outro volume, passado um tempo, volto e, às vezes, até gosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-7487094717914766684?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7487094717914766684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7487094717914766684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7487094717914766684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-5.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 5'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo9lmw_2Gy0/TojXlP9kWoI/AAAAAAAADwE/tdZboo_-RLM/s72-c/117467149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-509551680034194034</id><published>2011-10-04T09:00:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:52:25.880-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literario  2011 - Dia 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GLaaQBkWpg/TojS1Owrw8I/AAAAAAAADwA/wQL1UiVXemU/s1600/90792286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GLaaQBkWpg/TojS1Owrw8I/AAAAAAAADwA/wQL1UiVXemU/s320/90792286.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dia 04 – Onde você gosta de ler?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No sofá?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Na cama?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No ônibus?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O lugar onde você costuma ler é o lugar onde você gosta de ler?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ler.&lt;br /&gt;Leio no sofá, na cama, à mesa, (no banheiro...), em fila de banco, em sala de espera de médico e dentista, no computador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já li muito em ônibus e metrô, mas com o passar do tempo (velhice é dose...), o movimento das letrinhas causado pelo tremor dos motores começou a me deixar tonta e, hoje, evito, mas quando estou com um daqueles livros-chiclete, leio mesmo assim. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-509551680034194034?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/509551680034194034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/509551680034194034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/509551680034194034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-4.html' title='Meme literario  2011 - Dia 4'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2GLaaQBkWpg/TojS1Owrw8I/AAAAAAAADwA/wQL1UiVXemU/s72-c/90792286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4729096771400813220</id><published>2011-10-03T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:00:05.802-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme literário 2011 - Dia 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s200/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dia 03 – Você lê resenhas de livros?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Elas influenciam na escolha de um livro? Ou na opinião que você tinha sobre um livro lido?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leio sim, é uma ótima forma de conhecer livros novos.&amp;nbsp; Já comprei e li muitos livros a partir de dicas de blogs amigos, resenhas de jornal e de rádio.&amp;nbsp; Algumas compras foram legais e outras não.&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente deixei de levar em conta as opiniões que me indicaram livros dos quais não gostei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não gosto de resenhas que revelam o enredo.&amp;nbsp; Um dos grandes prazeres de uma leitura é ir descobrindo os mistérios da história pouco a pouco.&amp;nbsp; Quando alguém conta antes, nos rouba um pouco do prazer.&amp;nbsp; Eu não faço isso.&amp;nbsp; Às vezes gostaria de falar um pouco mais, comentar sobre um aspecto ou outro do livro, mas me seguro, justamente para não desvelar os segredos. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sobre um livro que já li, não, que eu me lembre, nenhuma resenha modificou minha opinião, afinal, depois de ter lido o livro, ficaria difícil. &lt;br /&gt;&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/2483367337330228353-4729096771400813220?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/4729096771400813220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4729096771400813220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4729096771400813220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-2011-dia-3.html' title='Meme literário 2011 - Dia 3'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-6164805127855106243</id><published>2011-10-02T17:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:29:12.919-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><title type='text'>Meme Literário - versão 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Não há nada pior &lt;/b&gt;do que eventos anuais para a gente ver que o tempo passa.&lt;br /&gt;Pois é.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que foi ontem que respondi ao Meme da Dona Batatinha do blog "&lt;a href="http://happybatatinha.com.br/blog/"&gt;Happy Batatinha&lt;/a&gt;", mas não é que ela acaba de lançar a versão 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s1600/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s320/bannermemeliterario2011.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá: &lt;br /&gt;Eu perdi a pergunta de ontem, então hoje temos dose dupla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dia 01 – Que livro que você está lendo? Sobre o que é? Onde você está? Você está gostando?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ler é um prazer e leio segundo a vontade do momento.&lt;br /&gt;Até quando eu mesma estabeleço regras, eu as acabo quebrando...&lt;br /&gt;Em determinadas épocas leio muito, em outras um pouco menos.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes leio vários livros de uma vez, em outras mergulho fundo em uma obra única.&lt;br /&gt;A única leitura razoavelmente fixa é a Bíblia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exatamente agora estou em um momento de marasmo, em que ando lendo pouco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei um livro (é a resposta da próxima pergunta) e ainda não comecei outro.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vários que comecei e deixei em pausa, um de entrevistas com o Hithcock, outro sobre a vida da Maria Callas, outro, meio autobiográfico, escrito pelo estilita Poiret, que viveu no início do século XX, O retrato de Dorian Gray (este já é a segunda vez que começo e pauso), Robinson Crusoe, A costura tornada fácil, Vogue sewing.... e ainda devo ter outros parados na estante.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dia 02 – Qual foi o último livro que leu e qual é o próximo livro que lerá?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Fale um pouco sobre eles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de ler "La Parisienne" um livro escrito pela modelo francesa Ines de la Fressange sobre o estilo de vida das parisienses, mas não gostei muito.&lt;br /&gt;Já o próximo livro é uma incógnita... não sei se retomo algum dos pausados ou se começo um novo... Dúvidas, dúvidas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-6164805127855106243?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/6164805127855106243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-versao-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/6164805127855106243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/6164805127855106243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/meme-literario-versao-2011.html' title='Meme Literário - versão 2011'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N0t-4NRJ_F8/TojB1-StGnI/AAAAAAAADv8/WnGYfJ_fbpo/s72-c/bannermemeliterario2011.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3182912534965627909</id><published>2011-10-02T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T09:00:01.375-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidades'/><title type='text'>Livros e personalidades - 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fR-DIKiKuAo/TfTzsIklYTI/AAAAAAAADTM/MfnwESEZhps/s1600/Chaplin+_reading_a_magazine_unumbered_bigger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fR-DIKiKuAo/TfTzsIklYTI/AAAAAAAADTM/MfnwESEZhps/s400/Chaplin+_reading_a_magazine_unumbered_bigger.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carlitos lendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seu criador, Charles Chaplin, juntamente com sua mulher e filhos lendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLSjx7mA-MM/TfTzs64P-3I/AAAAAAAADTQ/5LoqA125hqY/s1600/Chaplin_Family_reading_My_Autobiography_Copyright_Yves_Debraine_big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLSjx7mA-MM/TfTzs64P-3I/AAAAAAAADTQ/5LoqA125hqY/s400/Chaplin_Family_reading_My_Autobiography_Copyright_Yves_Debraine_big.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-3182912534965627909?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3182912534965627909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/livros-e-personalidades-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3182912534965627909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3182912534965627909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/10/livros-e-personalidades-29.html' title='Livros e personalidades - 29'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fR-DIKiKuAo/TfTzsIklYTI/AAAAAAAADTM/MfnwESEZhps/s72-c/Chaplin+_reading_a_magazine_unumbered_bigger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-2243720104293361377</id><published>2011-09-26T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:00:08.757-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Querido John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FU075SeCPP8/TjRBMTJmJ1I/AAAAAAAADlg/5Ocm4-zd-xk/s1600/querido-john-dear-john.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FU075SeCPP8/TjRBMTJmJ1I/AAAAAAAADlg/5Ocm4-zd-xk/s320/querido-john-dear-john.jpeg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Querido John &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Dear John)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Filme baseado em "best seller"&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade, trata-se de evidente propaganda americana visando estimular e valorizar os soldados enviados para as sucessivas guerras no Afeganistão, Irã,&amp;nbsp; Iraque, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse tipo de propaganda já havia sido muito usado durante a Segunda guerra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que o filme não alcança o objetivo, porque é chato, muito chato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fulano se engaja em segunda temporada de serviço apesar de não ser obrigado a tanto, somente por "amor à tropa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela, por sua vez, desiste de esperar por ele, para ajudar amigo que tem filho autista, casando-se com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vamos lá:&amp;nbsp; Por quê?&amp;nbsp; Para ajudar alguém, não é preciso casar-se com essa pessoa.&amp;nbsp; O fato de ter-se gostado de um trabalho junto com uma equipe não implica na obrigação de se associar a ela para sempre, abrindo-se mão de um "amor". ????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é verossímel e é chato, muito chato.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi meu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti em 29/06/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-2243720104293361377?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/2243720104293361377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/querido-john.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2243720104293361377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2243720104293361377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/querido-john.html' title='Querido John'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FU075SeCPP8/TjRBMTJmJ1I/AAAAAAAADlg/5Ocm4-zd-xk/s72-c/querido-john-dear-john.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-6143191397231487936</id><published>2011-09-24T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T09:00:07.057-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><title type='text'>Livros e Arte - 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm3bKHFHfmE/Tka_4lXuk8I/AAAAAAAADpA/Z6qogUb3d_k/s1600/estelles-bartual-rafael.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm3bKHFHfmE/Tka_4lXuk8I/AAAAAAAADpA/Z6qogUb3d_k/s400/estelles-bartual-rafael.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rafael Estellés Bartual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pintor espanhol (1900 - 1985)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-6143191397231487936?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/6143191397231487936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/livros-e-arte-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/6143191397231487936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/6143191397231487936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/livros-e-arte-29.html' title='Livros e Arte - 29'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zm3bKHFHfmE/Tka_4lXuk8I/AAAAAAAADpA/Z6qogUb3d_k/s72-c/estelles-bartual-rafael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3229661717684271039</id><published>2011-09-22T09:00:00.026-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:00:05.959-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Eu, que só amo você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje em dia, as rádios praticamente só trazem músicas em inglês, mas nos anos 60, muitas canções francesas e italianas fizeram sucesso por aqui, tanto que esse sucesso se prolongou pelos anos 70 (quando as escutei) e são queridas até hoje.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sergio Endrigo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(1933 - 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um compositor e cantor italiano que fez muito sucesso nos anos 60. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Em 1968, ganhou o Festival de Sanremo com uma composição que foi interpretada, na ocasião, por Roberto Carlos (Canzone per te).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi com &lt;b&gt;Io che amo solo te&lt;/b&gt;, a canção que escolhi, composta em 1962, que ele alcançou o sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;Ela realmente é linda. A letra está logo abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lRbee1HGzXA" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Io che amo solo te&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="eow-description"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="eow-description"&gt;C'è gente che ha avuto mille cose, &lt;br /&gt;tutto il bene, tutto il male del mondo. &lt;br /&gt;Io ho avuto solo te &lt;br /&gt;e non ti perderò, &lt;br /&gt;non ti lascerò &lt;br /&gt;per cercare nuove avventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'è gente che ama mille cose &lt;br /&gt;e si perde per le strade del mondo. &lt;br /&gt;Io che amo solo te, &lt;br /&gt;io mi fermerò &lt;br /&gt;e ti regalerò &lt;br /&gt;quel che resta &lt;br /&gt;della mia gioventù. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io ho avuto solo te &lt;br /&gt;e non ti perderò, &lt;br /&gt;non ti lascerò &lt;br /&gt;per cercare nuove illusioni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'e' gente che ama mille cose &lt;br /&gt;e si perde per le strade del mondo. &lt;br /&gt;Io che amo solo te, &lt;br /&gt;io mi fermerò &lt;br /&gt;e ti regalerò &lt;br /&gt;quel che resta &lt;br /&gt;della mia gioventù&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="eow-description"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="eow-description"&gt;&lt;/div&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/2483367337330228353-3229661717684271039?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3229661717684271039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-que-so-amo-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3229661717684271039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3229661717684271039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-que-so-amo-voce.html' title='Eu, que só amo você'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lRbee1HGzXA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3325459225761116922</id><published>2011-09-20T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T09:00:11.337-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comédia/humor'/><title type='text'>Um Riso em Decúbito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--t1JpWe0X5Q/TlxMjMISPLI/AAAAAAAADsc/zMtEe70Tqfg/s1600/UM_RISO_EM_DECUBITO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--t1JpWe0X5Q/TlxMjMISPLI/AAAAAAAADsc/zMtEe70Tqfg/s1600/UM_RISO_EM_DECUBITO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um Riso em Decúbito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Rossé Cavaca (1961 / 2007)&lt;br /&gt;Desiderata (104 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunião de máximas do célebre jornalista e humorista que criou&lt;br /&gt;na TV Brasileira a "Câmera Indiscreta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Frases soltas, muitas rimadas, distribuídas em poucas páginas.&lt;br /&gt;A gente lê em alguns minutinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão pouco texto que dá até vergonha de contar este como um livro para o meu desafio de leitura. Mas é.&lt;br /&gt;Não chego a recomendar.&amp;nbsp; Tem o valor de resgatar a memória do escritor,&amp;nbsp; mas é pouco.&amp;nbsp; Provavelmente ele produziu muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, pelo menos esse foi editado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 22/08/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-3325459225761116922?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3325459225761116922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-riso-em-decubito.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3325459225761116922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3325459225761116922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/um-riso-em-decubito.html' title='Um Riso em Decúbito'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--t1JpWe0X5Q/TlxMjMISPLI/AAAAAAAADsc/zMtEe70Tqfg/s72-c/UM_RISO_EM_DECUBITO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4743191157062307190</id><published>2011-09-18T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T09:00:03.886-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Bom demais para ser verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc9DPZR-PJU/TjRdlq9AsCI/AAAAAAAADls/CsNwGe3pPA0/s1600/bom+demais+pra+ser+verdade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc9DPZR-PJU/TjRdlq9AsCI/AAAAAAAADls/CsNwGe3pPA0/s320/bom+demais+pra+ser+verdade.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bom demais para ser verdade &lt;/b&gt;(Main Street)&lt;br /&gt;dir. John Doyle (2010)&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth, Patricia Clarkson e Ellen Burstyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade pequena, sofrendo um permanente esvaziamento&amp;nbsp; com a mudança de seus habitantes para grandes centros, se vê balançada pela possibilidade de ver ali instalada uma usina de tratamento de lixo radiativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bons atores ajudam qualquer filme, mas não resolvem a falta de história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth, ator inglês, interpreta, perfeitamente, um texano, no sotaque e na forma de andar.&amp;nbsp; Patricia Clarkson adiciona uma dose considerável de mistério e intensidade e Ellen Burstyn está ótima como a idosa que vive de memórias mas está quase falida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não há história, e sem história não há filme.&lt;br /&gt;Lamentável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti em 13/07/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-4743191157062307190?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/4743191157062307190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/bom-demais-para-ser-verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4743191157062307190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4743191157062307190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/bom-demais-para-ser-verdade.html' title='Bom demais para ser verdade'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc9DPZR-PJU/TjRdlq9AsCI/AAAAAAAADls/CsNwGe3pPA0/s72-c/bom+demais+pra+ser+verdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-1167872697474441480</id><published>2011-09-16T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:00:05.103-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidades'/><title type='text'>Livros e personalidades - 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOqqwkhb7l0/TfTzq54_U7I/AAAAAAAADTE/K75lGeamZU0/s1600/cary_grant_reading_letter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOqqwkhb7l0/TfTzq54_U7I/AAAAAAAADTE/K75lGeamZU0/s400/cary_grant_reading_letter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cary Grant lendo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(seria a história de Rin-tin-tin ?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-1167872697474441480?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/1167872697474441480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/livros-e-personalidades-28.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1167872697474441480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1167872697474441480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/livros-e-personalidades-28.html' title='Livros e personalidades - 28'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOqqwkhb7l0/TfTzq54_U7I/AAAAAAAADTE/K75lGeamZU0/s72-c/cary_grant_reading_letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7976678758131810353</id><published>2011-09-14T09:00:00.021-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T09:00:12.707-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Que diferença um dia faz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4IeCBFmYFI/Tj3-kpPsldI/AAAAAAAADoI/2R9R6m-4zq8/s1600/dinahwashington.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4IeCBFmYFI/Tj3-kpPsldI/AAAAAAAADoI/2R9R6m-4zq8/s320/dinahwashington.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dinah Washington&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;( 1924 - 1963) foi uma cantora americana que infelizmente morreu muito jovem, por uma mistura de álcool e inibidores de apetite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;De seus maiores sucessos,&amp;nbsp; um dos meus favoritos é, em gravação de 1959: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What a diference a day makes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Adams e Maria Mendez Grever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a day made &lt;br /&gt;Twenty-four little hours &lt;br /&gt;Brought the sun and the flowers &lt;br /&gt;Where there used to be rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yesterday was blue, dear &lt;br /&gt;Today I'm a part of you, dear &lt;br /&gt;My lonely nights are through, dear &lt;br /&gt;Since you said you were mine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a day makes &lt;br /&gt;There's a rainbow before me &lt;br /&gt;Skies above can't be stormy &lt;br /&gt;Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's heaven when you find romance on your menu&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a day made &lt;br /&gt;And the difference is you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bVyyyGxWYD8" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-7976678758131810353?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7976678758131810353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-diferenca-um-dia-faz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7976678758131810353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7976678758131810353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-diferenca-um-dia-faz.html' title='Que diferença um dia faz'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B4IeCBFmYFI/Tj3-kpPsldI/AAAAAAAADoI/2R9R6m-4zq8/s72-c/dinahwashington.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4469615055503519161</id><published>2011-09-12T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T12:36:44.370-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francês'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'>Não se brinca com o amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWpMG3FOdTQ/Tkgaf5OahnI/AAAAAAAADpE/mEQZ67Em0vs/s1600/9782011686985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWpMG3FOdTQ/Tkgaf5OahnI/AAAAAAAADpE/mEQZ67Em0vs/s320/9782011686985.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;On ne badine pas avec l'amour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred de Musset (1834)&lt;br /&gt;ebook (96 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo início pensei que era uma comédia de costumes, daquelas que um se apaixona pela outra e, depois de um monte de confusões, tudo se acerta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--v_9ZgJYduk/Tkga5qn_S8I/AAAAAAAADpQ/lDw14DHezLU/s1600/9782011692955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--v_9ZgJYduk/Tkga5qn_S8I/AAAAAAAADpQ/lDw14DHezLU/s320/9782011692955.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é.&amp;nbsp; Vai nesse clima até o final que, surpreendentemente, transforma a história em drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permeando a trama, nota-se claramente uma crítica social, ao clero, à educação e aos costumes em geral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-oPhBPaEQs/TkgahY5IP9I/AAAAAAAADpM/SLenvP2Pg6E/s1600/9782266152235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U-oPhBPaEQs/TkgahY5IP9I/AAAAAAAADpM/SLenvP2Pg6E/s320/9782266152235.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi surpreendente, embora não tenha chegado a me apaixonar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas recomendo, mesmo assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 14/08/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-4469615055503519161?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/4469615055503519161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-se-brinca-com-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4469615055503519161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4469615055503519161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-se-brinca-com-o-amor.html' title='Não se brinca com o amor'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yWpMG3FOdTQ/Tkgaf5OahnI/AAAAAAAADpE/mEQZ67Em0vs/s72-c/9782011686985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4648015250484734374</id><published>2011-09-10T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:00:04.793-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>A jovem rainha Vitória</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyZNyEU_XNw/TjRDmeha2FI/AAAAAAAADlk/CED14yPVssw/s1600/rainha+vitoria+jovem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyZNyEU_XNw/TjRDmeha2FI/AAAAAAAADlk/CED14yPVssw/s320/rainha+vitoria+jovem.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Jovem Rainha Vitória &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(The Young Victoria)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dir. Jean-Marc Vallée (2009)&lt;br /&gt;Emily Blunt e Rupert Friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme histórico, sobre os primeiros anos da rainha Vitória, da Inglaterra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após a morte de seu pai, o reino vinha sendo dirigido por seu tio, até que ela alcançasse a idade de 18 anos. Subitamente, seu tio morre e ela é coroada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8N6kp9g3yU/TjS5WbqaXZI/AAAAAAAADm8/PXtSTTG4HLI/s1600/the-young-victoria-stills05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8N6kp9g3yU/TjS5WbqaXZI/AAAAAAAADm8/PXtSTTG4HLI/s320/the-young-victoria-stills05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha, cercada de pressões de todos os lados, até mesmo de sua mãe, ela precisa tratar dos assuntos da nação e saber discernir quem está sendo sincero, até mesmo para poder se apaixonar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqR7Hw0wOAU/TjS5W4k6-4I/AAAAAAAADnA/0wrwffKee9Q/s1600/victoria_and_albert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A atriz é muito bonita, muito mais do que a Victória original, e está ótima no papel, juntando força e sensibilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0X8nD2whbU/TjS5V-QXj_I/AAAAAAAADm4/PI_Y73xJQgg/s1600/the-young-victoria_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0X8nD2whbU/TjS5V-QXj_I/AAAAAAAADm4/PI_Y73xJQgg/s320/the-young-victoria_m.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqR7Hw0wOAU/TjS5W4k6-4I/AAAAAAAADnA/0wrwffKee9Q/s1600/victoria_and_albert.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AqR7Hw0wOAU/TjS5W4k6-4I/AAAAAAAADnA/0wrwffKee9Q/s320/victoria_and_albert.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Albert e Victoria reais&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Figurino, cenários, fotografia, tudo ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomendado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 04/07/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-4648015250484734374?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyZNyEU_XNw/TjRDmeha2FI/AAAAAAAADlk/CED14yPVssw/s72-c/rainha+vitoria+jovem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-1277087940650195177</id><published>2011-09-08T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:00:05.059-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><title type='text'>Livros e arte - 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NtJafkdvMDc/Tj18y0F-IpI/AAAAAAAADoA/h5ikA7qoIBs/s1600/vibert_jean_georges_reading1%255BEn+lisant+Rabelais%252C+par+Jean-Georges+Vibert%255D.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NtJafkdvMDc/Tj18y0F-IpI/AAAAAAAADoA/h5ikA7qoIBs/s400/vibert_jean_georges_reading1%255BEn+lisant+Rabelais%252C+par+Jean-Georges+Vibert%255D.png" width="388" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lendo Rabelais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jean-Georges Vibert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(pintor francês - 1840 - 1902)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A graça da pintura está no fato de ser um cardeal lendo Rabelais,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;escritor cuja obra fora censurada por considerada herética.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NtJafkdvMDc/Tj18y0F-IpI/AAAAAAAADoA/h5ikA7qoIBs/s72-c/vibert_jean_georges_reading1%255BEn+lisant+Rabelais%252C+par+Jean-Georges+Vibert%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-1405250309230614210</id><published>2011-09-06T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T09:00:10.210-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francês'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>E se você não existisse</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGYIQpCgCIs/Tj1ptz84HGI/AAAAAAAADn8/gf4Dk468vRg/s1600/2635-dassin7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGYIQpCgCIs/Tj1ptz84HGI/AAAAAAAADn8/gf4Dk468vRg/s200/2635-dassin7.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joe Dassin e um leopardo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Na escola, tive um professor de francês (Tedesco) que baseava suas aulas em canções francesas dos anos 60.&lt;br /&gt;Era ótimo, a gente ouvia a música e tentava completar as palavras que ele havia retirado das letras (mimeografadas - ai a idade!).&lt;br /&gt;Depois, discutia gramática, explicava o vocabulário,&amp;nbsp; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa se tornou a minha favorita, fácil, fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="3" cellspacing="5" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra e música: Pierre Delanoé, Claude Lemesle&lt;br /&gt;interpretada por Joe Dassin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;br /&gt;Dis-moi pourquoi j'existerais&lt;br /&gt;Pour traîner dans un monde sans toi&lt;br /&gt;Sans espoir et sans regret&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Se você não existisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Diga-me por que eu existiria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Para vagar em um mundo sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sem esperança e sem arrependimentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;br /&gt;J'essaierais d'inventer l'amour&lt;br /&gt;Comme un peintre qui voit sous ses doigts&lt;br /&gt;Naître les couleurs du jour&lt;br /&gt;Et qui n'en revient pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Se você não existisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Eu tentaria inventar o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Como um pintor que vê, sob seus dedos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Nascerem as cores do dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;E que não volta mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;br /&gt;Dis-moi pour qui j'existerais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des passantes endormies dans mes bras&lt;br /&gt;Que je n'aimerais jamais&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Se você não existisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Diga-me por quem eu existiria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Estranhas adormecidas em meus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Que eu não amaria jamais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;br /&gt;Je ne serais qu'un point de plus&lt;br /&gt;Dans ce monde qui vient et qui va&lt;br /&gt;Je me sentirais perdu&lt;br /&gt;J'aurais besoin de toi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Se você não existisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Eu seria só um ponto a mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Neste mundo que vem e vai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Em me sentiria perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Eu teria necessidade de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;br /&gt;Dis-moi comment j'existerais&lt;br /&gt;Je pourrais faire semblant d'être moi&lt;br /&gt;Mais je ne serais pas vrai&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Se você não existisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Diga-me como eu existiria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Eu poderia fazer de conta ser eu mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas eu não seria verdadeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;Et si tu n'existais pas&lt;br /&gt;Je crois que je l'aurais trouvé&lt;br /&gt;Le secret de la vie, le pourquoi&lt;br /&gt;Simplement pour te créer&lt;br /&gt;Et pour te regarder&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Se você não existisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Eu creio que eu teria encontrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;O segredo da vida, o porquê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;Simplesmente para te criar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;E para te olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="262" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eAB07UsIgII" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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(Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGYIQpCgCIs/Tj1ptz84HGI/AAAAAAAADn8/gf4Dk468vRg/s72-c/2635-dassin7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-1930148649206947620</id><published>2011-09-04T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T09:00:01.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna e o beijo francês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8t_yDjUETA/TkhVhMc31AI/AAAAAAAADpU/VAu1dDqzoPQ/s1600/Anna-e-o-Beijo-Frances.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8t_yDjUETA/TkhVhMc31AI/AAAAAAAADpU/VAu1dDqzoPQ/s320/Anna-e-o-Beijo-Frances.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anna e o beijo francês&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Anna and the french kiss)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Perkins (2010)&lt;br /&gt;Novo Conceito (288 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance adolescente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina americana é enviada por seu pai, contra a sua vontade, a estudar em Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá ela se apaixona pela cidade, pela vida e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bem levinho, bem para adolescentes mesmo, mas quem já passou da idade ainda pode se lembrar de como era.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, particularmente, adoraria ter ido estudar em Paris, nunca ficaria chateada, mas a Anna Oliphant ficou, ao menos no início.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é um livro profundo, não vai mudar a vida de ninguém (a não ser a da autora, que deve ter enchido a conta de dólares), mas é de leitura rápida, que prende e diverte. &lt;br /&gt;Um passatempo agradável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 11/08/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-1930148649206947620?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/1930148649206947620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/anna-e-o-beijo-frances.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/1930148649206947620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>O velho que lia romances de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnzRr2JYWY4/TjREuP5Wk0I/AAAAAAAADlo/7M9pDZMa15s/s1600/O+velho+que+lia+romances+de+amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnzRr2JYWY4/TjREuP5Wk0I/AAAAAAAADlo/7M9pDZMa15s/s320/O+velho+que+lia+romances+de+amor.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;O velho que lia romances de amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dir. Rolf de Reer (2000)&lt;br /&gt;Richard Dreyfuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homem que gostava de ler romances de amor é obrigado a caçar uma onça que ameaçava uma aldeia na Amazônia depois que um turista americano matara seus filhotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme baseado em romance de mesmo nome do escritor chileno Luís Sepúveda, em história claramente inspirada no "Velho e o Mar", embora muito mais fraca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Dreyfuss está muito bem, mas o filme é fraquinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti em 07/07/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-3643860640982904949?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3643860640982904949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-velho-que-lia-romances-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3643860640982904949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3643860640982904949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-velho-que-lia-romances-de-amor.html' title='O velho que lia romances de amor'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RnzRr2JYWY4/TjREuP5Wk0I/AAAAAAAADlo/7M9pDZMa15s/s72-c/O+velho+que+lia+romances+de+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-5687839022240427909</id><published>2011-08-31T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:00:13.697-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Livros e personalidades - 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_5lC7xtLEQ/TfTzpofIvSI/AAAAAAAADS4/SZAdMdGEubo/s1600/anne+Hathaway0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_5lC7xtLEQ/TfTzpofIvSI/AAAAAAAADS4/SZAdMdGEubo/s400/anne+Hathaway0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6osGH9hr_AY/TfTzqMDEgrI/AAAAAAAADS8/8rTrRAScmFI/s1600/AnneHathawayfilm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6osGH9hr_AY/TfTzqMDEgrI/AAAAAAAADS8/8rTrRAScmFI/s400/AnneHathawayfilm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anne Hathaway lendo, na vida real e na ficção.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que a jovem atriz tem o hábito da leitura, porque a vi afirmar, em uma entrevista de divulgação do filme &lt;a href="http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2010/06/orgulho-e-preconceito-filmes.html"&gt;Amor e Inocência&lt;/a&gt;, que lera toda a obra de Jane Austen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-5687839022240427909?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/5687839022240427909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/livros-e-personalidades-27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5687839022240427909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5687839022240427909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/livros-e-personalidades-27.html' title='Livros e personalidades - 27'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_5lC7xtLEQ/TfTzpofIvSI/AAAAAAAADS4/SZAdMdGEubo/s72-c/anne+Hathaway0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7026364731588360049</id><published>2011-08-29T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:00:09.437-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Tchaikovsky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCzY-vcvuTw/TjoLw4EGwyI/AAAAAAAADno/WlcrjTgYC7o/s1600/220px-Portr%25C3%25A4t_des_Komponisten_Pjotr_I._Tschaikowski_%25281840-1893%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCzY-vcvuTw/TjoLw4EGwyI/AAAAAAAADno/WlcrjTgYC7o/s1600/220px-Portr%25C3%25A4t_des_Komponisten_Pjotr_I._Tschaikowski_%25281840-1893%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="firstHeading" id="firstHeading"&gt;Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compositor russo (1840 - 1893)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerto para piano nº 1 em Si bemol maior op. 23&lt;br /&gt;Gravado em 1973&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Orchestre de la Suisse Romande&lt;br /&gt;Solista - Martha Argerich (célebre pianista argentina nascida em 1941)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse, para mim, é &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt; concerto para piano.&amp;nbsp; Sou louquinha por ele.&lt;br /&gt;E ela toca maravilhosamente bem.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro Movimento&lt;br /&gt;Allegro non troppo e molto maestoso – Allegro con spirito (Si bemol menor → Si bemol maior)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VfkSFb3ABUk" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo Movimento&lt;br /&gt;Andantino semplice – Prestissimo (Ré bemol maior)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pXp3oQfFCIs" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terceiro Movimento&lt;br /&gt;Allegro con fuoco (Si bemol menor → Si bemol maior)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pXp3oQfFCIs" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/2483367337330228353-7026364731588360049?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7026364731588360049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/tchaikovsky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7026364731588360049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7026364731588360049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/tchaikovsky.html' title='Tchaikovsky'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iCzY-vcvuTw/TjoLw4EGwyI/AAAAAAAADno/WlcrjTgYC7o/s72-c/220px-Portr%25C3%25A4t_des_Komponisten_Pjotr_I._Tschaikowski_%25281840-1893%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-468268356252620229</id><published>2011-08-27T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T09:00:02.372-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comédia/humor'/><title type='text'>Diário de um magro 15 anos num spa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E--8-LFPUY0/TkCmquFTI6I/AAAAAAAADo0/Fb2dOqduz6k/s1600/diario+de+um+magro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E--8-LFPUY0/TkCmquFTI6I/AAAAAAAADo0/Fb2dOqduz6k/s320/diario+de+um+magro.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diário de um magro 15 anos num spa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario Prata (1997/2011)&lt;br /&gt;Planeta (144 pág)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente, no programa do Jô, vi uma entrevista do Mario Prata e quase morri de rir.&lt;br /&gt;Comprei correndo o livro.&lt;br /&gt;Gostei mais da entrevista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhando um amigo que queria emagrecer, ele acabou se hospedando em um SPA, para ver se parava de fumar e desintoxicava da bebida.&lt;br /&gt;Lá, resolveu fazer anotações, como em um diário, para um livro.&lt;br /&gt;Deu nesse&amp;nbsp; ( E o autor gostou tando da dose que voltou outras vezes para lá).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilustrado pelo Paulo Caruso, que também se hospedou no mesmo SPA, tem histórias interessantes, engraçadinhas, mas fica nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ri tanto na entrevista que esperava repetir a dose com o livro.&amp;nbsp; Não foi possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 08/08/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-468268356252620229?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/468268356252620229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/diario-de-um-magro-15-anos-num-spa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/468268356252620229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/468268356252620229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/diario-de-um-magro-15-anos-num-spa.html' title='Diário de um magro 15 anos num spa'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E--8-LFPUY0/TkCmquFTI6I/AAAAAAAADo0/Fb2dOqduz6k/s72-c/diario+de+um+magro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-5285317547530126187</id><published>2011-08-25T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:00:04.212-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Oceanos e Microcosmos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WZFWeKtyIM/TiZEiQ6uLpI/AAAAAAAADgs/7qxZNHZmaas/s1600/Oceanos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WZFWeKtyIM/TiZEiQ6uLpI/AAAAAAAADgs/7qxZNHZmaas/s1600/Oceanos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oceanos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; (Oceans)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dir. Jacques Perrin, Jacques Cluzaud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Documentário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme vale pelas imagens, já que infelizmente o texto não explica nada do que se vê, mas as imagens valem, são incríveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente vê animais que nem imagina que existissem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas aquelas formações de peixes que aparecem no desenho do Nemo estão lá, na vida real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti em 25/06/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra muito o maravilhoso documentário, também francês:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-We4pKeVbXWY/TiZH01voyVI/AAAAAAAADgw/GvzDq5oMzZ0/s1600/microcosmos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-We4pKeVbXWY/TiZH01voyVI/AAAAAAAADgw/GvzDq5oMzZ0/s1600/microcosmos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Microcosmos - Le peuple de l'herbe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dir. Claude Nuridsany, Marie Pérennou (1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse, os astros são os pequeninos habitantes da erva, insetos, caracóis, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o do mar é bom, esse é excelente.&amp;nbsp; Lindas imagens que nos concedem momentos de êxtase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veja, veja e veja novamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti em 1997]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-5285317547530126187?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/5285317547530126187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/oceanos-e-microcosmos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5285317547530126187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5285317547530126187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/oceanos-e-microcosmos.html' title='Oceanos e Microcosmos'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WZFWeKtyIM/TiZEiQ6uLpI/AAAAAAAADgs/7qxZNHZmaas/s72-c/Oceanos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-4874083941095344584</id><published>2011-08-23T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T09:00:11.844-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><title type='text'>Livros e arte - 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kspMYn4nkK8/TfT8QmY5N8I/AAAAAAAADVo/WHuawAFKPQE/s1600/Tatsuro+Kiuchi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kspMYn4nkK8/TfT8QmY5N8I/AAAAAAAADVo/WHuawAFKPQE/s400/Tatsuro+Kiuchi.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tatsuro Kiuchi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ilustrador Japonês (1966 - )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TE06Bnt_16w/TfT8Pz0iIsI/AAAAAAAADVk/BezhvAiOgTo/s1600/tatsuro+kiuchi+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TE06Bnt_16w/TfT8Pz0iIsI/AAAAAAAADVk/BezhvAiOgTo/s400/tatsuro+kiuchi+2.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-4874083941095344584?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/4874083941095344584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/livros-e-arte-27.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4874083941095344584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/4874083941095344584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/livros-e-arte-27.html' title='Livros e arte - 27'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kspMYn4nkK8/TfT8QmY5N8I/AAAAAAAADVo/WHuawAFKPQE/s72-c/Tatsuro+Kiuchi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3195338933496162504</id><published>2011-08-21T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:21:05.693-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>João Nogueira e Paulo César Pinheiro</title><content type='html'>Me animei com a inclusão, na semana passada, da música nesse blog. E vou prosseguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, com uma brasileira, muito linda, do já falecido João Nogueira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xm7VJMtZdZY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espelho&lt;br /&gt;João Nogueira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nascido no subúrbio nos melhores dias&lt;br /&gt;Com votos da família de vida feliz&lt;br /&gt;Andar e pilotar um pássaro de aço&lt;br /&gt;Sonhava ao fim do dia ao me descer cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Com as fardas mais bonitas desse meu país&lt;br /&gt;O pai de anel no dedo e dedo na viola&lt;br /&gt;Sorria e parecia mesmo ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, vida boa&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo faz&lt;br /&gt;Que felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;E que vontade de tocar viola de verdade&lt;br /&gt;E de fazer canções como as que fez meu pai (Bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num dia de tristeza me faltou o velho&lt;br /&gt;E falta lhe confesso que ainda hoje faz&lt;br /&gt;E me abracei na bola e pensei ser um dia&lt;br /&gt;Um craque da pelota ao me tornar rapaz&lt;br /&gt;Um dia chutei mal e machuquei o dedo&lt;br /&gt;E sem ter mais o velho pra tirar o medo&lt;br /&gt;Foi mais uma vontade que ficou pra trás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, vida à toa&lt;br /&gt;Vai no tempo vai&lt;br /&gt;E eu sem ter maldade&lt;br /&gt;Na inocência de criança de tão pouca idade&lt;br /&gt;Troquei de mal com Deus por me levar meu pai (Bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim crescendo eu fui me criando sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo na rua, na escola e no lar&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu me tornei o bambambã da esquina&lt;br /&gt;Em toda brincadeira, em briga, em namorar&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia eu tive que largar o estudo&lt;br /&gt;E trabalhar na rua sustentando tudo&lt;br /&gt;Assim sem perceber eu era adulto já&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, vida voa&lt;br /&gt;Vai no tempo, vai&lt;br /&gt;Ai, mas que saudade&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que lá no céu o velho tem vaidade&lt;br /&gt;E orgulho de seu filho ser igual seu pai&lt;br /&gt;Pois me beijaram a boca e me tornei poeta&lt;br /&gt;Mas tão habituado com o adverso&lt;br /&gt;Eu temo se um dia me machuca o verso&lt;br /&gt;E o meu medo maior é o espelho se quebrar (Bis)&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/2483367337330228353-3195338933496162504?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3195338933496162504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/joao-nogueira-e-paulo-cesar-pinheiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3195338933496162504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3195338933496162504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/joao-nogueira-e-paulo-cesar-pinheiro.html' title='João Nogueira e Paulo César Pinheiro'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Xm7VJMtZdZY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-8326706251634928605</id><published>2011-08-19T09:00:00.023-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T09:00:12.230-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>A Metamorfose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WbT55-j_qk/TiNsOm6VpuI/AAAAAAAADeU/uVQWtkmxHeM/s1600/9782070313730FS.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WbT55-j_qk/TiNsOm6VpuI/AAAAAAAADeU/uVQWtkmxHeM/s320/9782070313730FS.gif" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;La Métamorphose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz Kafka (1915)&lt;br /&gt;ebook (+/- 100 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soco no estômago.&amp;nbsp; É o que esse livro é. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jovem que se esforça como louco para trabalhar como caixeiro viajante de forma a sustentar sua família, seu pai falido, sua mãe asmática e sua jovem irmã que toca violão,&amp;nbsp; um dia acorda e se vê transformado em uma barata.&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande barata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir desse momento, ele tem que conviver com a reação da família e dos estranhos que entram em sua casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QMLq68W9x0/TiNsNy7CVjI/AAAAAAAADeQ/BERPDMZ8lVc/s1600/204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QMLq68W9x0/TiNsNy7CVjI/AAAAAAAADeQ/BERPDMZ8lVc/s320/204.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois de ter lido o livro, vi algumas "críticas" em sites de livrarias e, surpreendentemente, encontrei pessoas que acharam chata a história e outras que a acharam "engraçada".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente não posso compreender essa reação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não gosta desse livro deve se dar muito bem com sua família. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, há pessoas que, como Gregor Samsa, vêem que, apesar de todos os seus esforços passados, ao menor problema que enfrentam, são rejeitados por todos os que as rodeiam, como se fossem seres asquerosos e inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVeJoglO9r4/TiNs_5n4QZI/AAAAAAAADeY/Cce3QAty4js/s1600/laMetamorphosep128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KVeJoglO9r4/TiNs_5n4QZI/AAAAAAAADeY/Cce3QAty4js/s320/laMetamorphosep128.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kafka tem a capacidade de colocar o dedo no fundo da ferida humana com uma escrita fluida que mantém o interesse permanente do leitor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua escolha da barata é perfeita, porque é um animal que não apresenta grandes riscos, já que a barata não morde nem pica e qualquer pancada é suficiente para eliminá-la da face da terra, mas, talvez por estar claramente vinculada à imundicie,&amp;nbsp; causa terror à maioria das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kafka se sentia rejeitado.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não se sente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo.&lt;br /&gt;Muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 17/07/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-8326706251634928605?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/8326706251634928605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/metamorfose.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/8326706251634928605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/8326706251634928605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/metamorfose.html' title='A Metamorfose'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9WbT55-j_qk/TiNsOm6VpuI/AAAAAAAADeU/uVQWtkmxHeM/s72-c/9782070313730FS.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-7116930117555582011</id><published>2011-08-17T09:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T09:00:05.285-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Cinema Paradiso fica aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDkTMdCfqVU/Tka7N-Jo2ZI/AAAAAAAADo4/hVyPSknlup0/s1600/Cinema+cent%25C3%25ADmetro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDkTMdCfqVU/Tka7N-Jo2ZI/AAAAAAAADo4/hVyPSknlup0/s320/Cinema+cent%25C3%25ADmetro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de cinema.&amp;nbsp; Sala escura, telona, silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje, ir ao cinema ficou complicado. É preciso comprar ingressos com antecedência, com lugar marcado, quando o créditos estão passando as luzes já são acesas e o pessoal da faxina entra na nossa frente.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre foi assim.&amp;nbsp; A gente entrava no cinema no meio da sessão e continuava a ver o filme na sessão seguinte.&amp;nbsp; Se tivesse tempo e gostado muito do filme, via duas vezes.&amp;nbsp; Ia ao cinema toda a semana, era barato.&lt;br /&gt;Se era lançamento de sucesso, assistia sentado no chão, nas escadas (Amadeus eu vi assim, no cine Veneza).&amp;nbsp; O torcicolo valia pelo clima geral.&amp;nbsp;Havia música entre as sessões, as cortinas de veludo abriam e fechavam, as salas eram gigantescas, com lustres bonitos, as ante-salas cheias de espelhos, uma beleza!&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, cinema para mim tem gosto de Mentex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSoISoRcw44/Tka7OqLwV5I/AAAAAAAADo8/eK6QzU4dVl0/s1600/Ivo+raposo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSoISoRcw44/Tka7OqLwV5I/AAAAAAAADo8/eK6QzU4dVl0/s1600/Ivo+raposo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito bem.&amp;nbsp; Nem tudo está perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ex-delegado que fora responsável por uma delegacia em Copacabana, triste pelo fechamento dos cinemas, em particular o Metro Tijuca, bairro onde morava, resolveu construir um cinema, nos moldes antigos, no quintal de sua casa na Cidade de Conservatória.&lt;br /&gt;Em entrevista ele disse que, não podendo reconstruir o Metro, fez o Centímetro.&lt;br /&gt;Recolheu peças originais vindas do Metro Tijuca e Copacabana e fez uma salinha linda, cheia de charme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maravilha!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fiquei cheia de vontade de ir a Conservatória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pFTfS0fjpjA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-7116930117555582011?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/7116930117555582011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/cinema-paradiso-fica-aqui.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7116930117555582011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/7116930117555582011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/cinema-paradiso-fica-aqui.html' title='Cinema Paradiso fica aqui'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kDkTMdCfqVU/Tka7N-Jo2ZI/AAAAAAAADo4/hVyPSknlup0/s72-c/Cinema+cent%25C3%25ADmetro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3612364598610954051</id><published>2011-08-15T09:00:00.039-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T09:00:11.880-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escritores'/><title type='text'>Livros e personalidades - 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JHSXB82-wg/TfTzoYxB_3I/AAAAAAAADSw/AE54-mCaqQ0/s1600/Agatha+Christie.+png.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JHSXB82-wg/TfTzoYxB_3I/AAAAAAAADSw/AE54-mCaqQ0/s400/Agatha+Christie.+png.png" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agatha Christie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escritora britânica&amp;nbsp; (1890 - 1976)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A montanha de livros indica o grande volume de sua produção&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(foram 86 romances e 24 peças de teatro).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-3612364598610954051?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3612364598610954051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/livros-e-personalidades-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3612364598610954051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3612364598610954051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/livros-e-personalidades-26.html' title='Livros e personalidades - 26'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JHSXB82-wg/TfTzoYxB_3I/AAAAAAAADSw/AE54-mCaqQ0/s72-c/Agatha+Christie.+png.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-3246774289978554992</id><published>2011-08-13T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T09:00:04.555-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Bravura Indômita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RP5mhpZVg1M/TjQnw7Aeg-I/AAAAAAAADlQ/zBiyoztp3WE/s1600/bravura-indomita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RP5mhpZVg1M/TjQnw7Aeg-I/AAAAAAAADlQ/zBiyoztp3WE/s320/bravura-indomita.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bravura Indômita (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;True Grit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dir. Irmãos Cohen (2010)&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Bridges, Hailee Steinfield, Matt Damon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filme de Caubói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina de 14 anos, sabendo que seu pai foi assassinado por ex-empregado que o roubara,&amp;nbsp; contrata um Xerife ("Marshal") para procurá-lo.&amp;nbsp; Só que ela quer ir junto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma refilmagem do filme do mesmo nome estrelado por John Wayne em 1969.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Evoo2B1VCeM/TjQnwYKY98I/AAAAAAAADlM/_j6C_Sv-afs/s1600/bravura+indomita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Evoo2B1VCeM/TjQnwYKY98I/AAAAAAAADlM/_j6C_Sv-afs/s320/bravura+indomita.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A história é basicamente a mesma, com exceção do final, completamente diferente, sendo que ao que parece, o novo seria mais fiel ao romance.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O de 2010 é escuro, muito escuro, tem momentos em que a gente nem consegue enxergar o que se passa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Bridges, embora se esforce bastante, não tem o carisma do John Wayne, nem de longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VzrfSZig-FY/TjQnvr45v6I/AAAAAAAADlI/oPHeeioC9Wg/s1600/1297538672520-bravura-indomita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VzrfSZig-FY/TjQnvr45v6I/AAAAAAAADlI/oPHeeioC9Wg/s320/1297538672520-bravura-indomita.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas a menina é ótima, e realmente, salva o filme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;A do primeiro era chata e enjoada demais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hailee, não, tem realmente talento, especialmente sabendo-se que é o seu primeiro trabalho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Damon está bem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme foi indicado a 10 Oscars, mas não levou nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é só. Não chego a recomendar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, nenhum dos dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti em 27/06/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-3246774289978554992?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/3246774289978554992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/bravura-indomita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3246774289978554992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/3246774289978554992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/bravura-indomita.html' title='Bravura Indômita'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RP5mhpZVg1M/TjQnw7Aeg-I/AAAAAAAADlQ/zBiyoztp3WE/s72-c/bravura-indomita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-780514584112492659</id><published>2011-08-11T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:03:08.157-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Silvio Rodriguez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVBnOLSImTw/TjQc1h7fIiI/AAAAAAAADlE/GGSqIjQsajU/s1600/SilvioRodriguez.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVBnOLSImTw/TjQc1h7fIiI/AAAAAAAADlE/GGSqIjQsajU/s320/SilvioRodriguez.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Raramente falo sobre música aqui no blog, embora seja uma das minhas paixões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, por quê não começar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses dias, meu marido, sabendo que amo essa música, me apareceu com esse vídeo que, além da canção, ainda mostra lindas imagens de Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvio Rodriguez é um compositor cubano, nascido em 1946, e essa gravação saiu em disco do mesmo nome, em 1982.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letra está logo abaixo, para facilitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dg6Ucj5d4HQ" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unicornio &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sílvio Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi unicornio azul ayer se me perdió,&lt;br /&gt;pastando lo dejé y desapareció.&lt;br /&gt;Cualquier información bien la voy a pagar.&lt;br /&gt;Las flores que dejó no me han querido hablar.&lt;br /&gt;Mi unicornio azul ayer se me perdió,&lt;br /&gt;no sé si se me fue, no sé si extravió,&lt;br /&gt;y yo no tengo más que un unicornio azul.&lt;br /&gt;Si alguien sabe de él, le ruego información,&lt;br /&gt;cien mil o un millón yo pagaré.&lt;br /&gt;Mi unicornio azul se me ha perdido ayer,&lt;br /&gt;se fue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi unicornio y yo hicimos amistad,&lt;br /&gt;un poco con amor, un poco con verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Con su cuerno de añil pescaba una canción,&lt;br /&gt;saberla compartir era su vocación.&lt;br /&gt;Mi unicornio azul ayer se me perdió,&lt;br /&gt;y puede parecer acaso una obsesión,&lt;br /&gt;pero no tengo más que un unicornio azul&lt;br /&gt;y aunque tuviera dos yo solo quiero aquel.&lt;br /&gt;Cualquier información la pagaré.&lt;br /&gt;Mi unicornio azul se me ha perdido ayer,&lt;br /&gt;se fue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-780514584112492659?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/780514584112492659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/silvio-rodriguez.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/780514584112492659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/780514584112492659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/silvio-rodriguez.html' title='Silvio Rodriguez'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TVBnOLSImTw/TjQc1h7fIiI/AAAAAAAADlE/GGSqIjQsajU/s72-c/SilvioRodriguez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-5876551610525986308</id><published>2011-08-09T09:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T09:00:13.240-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Casa Comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKrnKcTCAbE/TiY-nOIirNI/AAAAAAAADgo/sxVlejap3UQ/s1600/Casa+Comigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKrnKcTCAbE/TiY-nOIirNI/AAAAAAAADgo/sxVlejap3UQ/s320/Casa+Comigo.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa Comigo &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Leap Year&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dir. Anand Tucker (2010)&lt;br /&gt;Amy Adams e Mathew Goode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comédia romântica.&lt;br /&gt;No mais puro estilo, leve e óbvia mas divertida e romântica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moça de família irlandesa que namora há anos com um médico, sem que ele a peça em casamento, fica sabendo por seu pai que na Irlanda há uma tradição em que nos anos bissextos (daí o nome original do filme - Ano bissexto) as mulheres podem pedir os homens em casamento no dia 29 de fevereiro.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentemente, o namorado vai à Irlanda para uma convenção, justamente no fim de fevereiro de um ano bissexto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela se manda para lá, mas o avião pega uma tempestade e tem que parar longe. Ela pega um barco, mas não avança muito.&lt;br /&gt;Acaba em uma espécie de pousada e consegue que alguém a leve até Dublin, justamente o rapaz da foto ao lado...&lt;br /&gt;A viagem é longa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra muito o filme "Aconteceu naquela noite".&lt;br /&gt;Gostei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[assisti em 24/06/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-5876551610525986308?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/5876551610525986308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/casa-comigo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5876551610525986308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/5876551610525986308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/casa-comigo.html' title='Casa Comigo'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKrnKcTCAbE/TiY-nOIirNI/AAAAAAAADgo/sxVlejap3UQ/s72-c/Casa+Comigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-502815182438568284</id><published>2011-08-07T09:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T10:59:31.650-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leitura'/><title type='text'>Livros e arte - 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Já que falei de Molière, ei-lo, duas vezes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18R-l3u-ks0/TjQ5KG8CgiI/AAAAAAAADlY/gNJrU26O5Kc/s1600/Molierelisant2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18R-l3u-ks0/TjQ5KG8CgiI/AAAAAAAADlY/gNJrU26O5Kc/s1600/Molierelisant2.jpg" width="400/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Molière lendo seu Misantrope no Albergue do Carneiro Branco (Mouton Blanc) em 1666.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Óleo sobre tela de autor desconhecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yjVU3EQAtg/TjQ-26NKTsI/AAAAAAAADlc/7hzfhFDW_kw/s1600/Moliere-lisant-tartuffe-chez-ninon-lenclos-monsiau-nicolas-andre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yjVU3EQAtg/TjQ-26NKTsI/AAAAAAAADlc/7hzfhFDW_kw/s400/Moliere-lisant-tartuffe-chez-ninon-lenclos-monsiau-nicolas-andre.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Molière lendo Tartuffe chez Ninon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tela de Monsiau Nicolas Andre (1802)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-502815182438568284?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/502815182438568284/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/livros-e-arte-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/502815182438568284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/502815182438568284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/livros-e-arte-26.html' title='Livros e arte - 26'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18R-l3u-ks0/TjQ5KG8CgiI/AAAAAAAADlY/gNJrU26O5Kc/s72-c/Molierelisant2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2483367337330228353.post-2261340090971583646</id><published>2011-08-05T09:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:00:11.174-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francês'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clássico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'>O Doente Imaginário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R4oOlqe5ooQ/TiZX_kastEI/AAAAAAAADg8/KfBX8SYF6xs/s1600/Le+malade+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R4oOlqe5ooQ/TiZX_kastEI/AAAAAAAADg8/KfBX8SYF6xs/s320/Le+malade+2.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Le Malade Imaginaire &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molière (1673)&lt;br /&gt;ebook (+/- 93 pág.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teatro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viúvo que se casou novamente com mulher que finge amá-lo mas está somente interessada no dinheiro que poderá ganhar após sua morte, é hipocondríaco e gasta fortunas em médicos, remédios e tratamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TgPG7mVcNYU/TiZYAA1vu0I/AAAAAAAADhA/s_yb536QS9U/s1600/le+malade.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TgPG7mVcNYU/TiZYAA1vu0I/AAAAAAAADhA/s_yb536QS9U/s320/le+malade.gif" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Querendo economizar, resolve casar sua filha mais velha com um médico. Só que ela é apaixonada por outro jovem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem resolve a questão é a empregada, tema recorrente em Molière, que coloca sempre os servos e mais pobres como mais espertos e inteligentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Última peça de Molière que, inclusive, morreu durante uma representação quando interpretava o "falso doente".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax7GANQ4uHs/TiZX90mW4aI/AAAAAAAADg0/i_fiCTmgGNI/s1600/9782011693044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax7GANQ4uHs/TiZX90mW4aI/AAAAAAAADg0/i_fiCTmgGNI/s320/9782011693044.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O curioso é que o tema da morte está permanentemente presente na história, pelo medo de Argan, pelo plano de suicídio dos jovens apaixonados, pela simulação da morte para testar os parentes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molière, que estava doente,&amp;nbsp; claramente se insurge contra os métodos e a exploração de médicos e farmacêuticos que cobravam fortunas por tratamentos que de nada serviam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZU5iBn1HMI/TiZX-4oISLI/AAAAAAAADg4/dFYX6z06C6w/s1600/9782218948787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZU5iBn1HMI/TiZX-4oISLI/AAAAAAAADg4/dFYX6z06C6w/s320/9782218948787.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não está entre as melhores peças, ainda mais porque lembra, em muito, O Avarento, pela loucura do personagem principal, um maníaco por dinheiro e outro hipocondríaco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que o Avarento é melhor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como já disse anteriormente, em outro post, Molière é ótimo e até seus trabalhos menos inspirados são bons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;[terminei em 17/07/2011]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2483367337330228353-2261340090971583646?l=esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/feeds/2261340090971583646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-doente-imaginario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2261340090971583646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2483367337330228353/posts/default/2261340090971583646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esvaziandoaprateleira.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-doente-imaginario.html' title='O Doente Imaginário'/><author><name>Mom (Míriam)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08643113330246564793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qxJRaMgVhQ/TZe9ZH6-ruI/AAAAAAAAC_8/Zc1JBejdTZc/s220/cordeiro.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R4oOlqe5ooQ/TiZX_kastEI/AAAAAAAADg8/KfBX8SYF6xs/s72-c/Le+malade+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
