<?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-6476634802000236695</id><updated>2011-09-30T09:42:29.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putzgrillla!!!! 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Seriam as estações do ano?..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-971470479421337383?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/971470479421337383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=971470479421337383' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/971470479421337383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/971470479421337383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2011/04/tempo.html' title='A Tempo...'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-4746626218895317746</id><published>2011-01-26T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T16:29:22.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para olhar por outro ângulo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TUC8SZ7GOFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/x9G8JkV8-c4/s1600/2010-10-09_14-10-04_449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TUC8SZ7GOFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/x9G8JkV8-c4/s400/2010-10-09_14-10-04_449.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566656163812358226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;A mentira é uma verdade que se esqueceu de acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;O tempo é um ponto de vista dos relógios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;A modéstia é a vaidade escondida atrás da porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Se a casa é para morar, por que a porta da casa se chama porta da rua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;A esperança é um urubu pintado de verde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;O vento assovia de frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Um discurso em homenagem nossa é uma verdadeira surra às avessas: fica-se naquele estado horrível e sem palavras com que revidar! A vida nutre-se da morte, e não a morte da vida, como julgam alguns pessimistas. A morte é o aperitivo da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;...a morte não faz esquecer, mas faz tudo lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;A curva é o caminho mais agradável entre dois pontos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;O que tem de bom numa galinha assada é que ela não cacareja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Dizem que sou modesto. Pelo contrário, sou tão orgulhoso que nunca acho que escrevi nada à minha altura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Se eu acredito em Deus? Mas que valor poderia ter minha resposta, afirmativa ou não? O que importa é saber se Deus acredita em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Rezar é uma falta de fé: Nosso Senhor bem sabe o que está fazendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;O despertador é um acidente de tráfego do sono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Desconfio desses turistas que consideram exóticos os países visitados. Ficam de fora, vendo o pitoresco em tudo: nas casas, nas roupas, nos costumes, nas crenças... E nem desconfiam que a unica nota exótica desses indefesos países são precisamente eles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;O problema da solidão não consiste em saber como solucioná-la, mas saber como conservá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;O bacteriologista é um astrônomo às avessas: espia pelo outro lado do canudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;A pantera é uma curva em movimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Nem todos podem estar na flor da idade, é claro! Mas cada um está na flor da sua idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Nós não perdemos os mortos, os mortos é que nos perdem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;A morte é quando a gente pode, afinal, estar deitado de sapatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Não sabias? As nossas mortes são noticiadas como nascimentos pela imprensa do Outro Mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Os lugares-comuns são cômodos como sapatos velhos. Facilitam a vida, estreitam relações, evitam desconfianças e desentendimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Nunca me senti bem nas salas de estar. Salas de estar... Mas de estar o quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Não, o provérbio não está bem certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;O raio é que enquanto há esperança, há vida. Jamais foi encontrado no bolso de um suicida um bilhete de loteria que estivesse para correr no dia seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;A rua é um rio de passos e vozes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Tenho uma enorme pena dos homens famosos, que por isso mesmo perderam a sua vida íntima e são como esses animais do Zoológico, que fazem tudo à vista do público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;A Matemática é o pensamento sem dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-4746626218895317746?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/4746626218895317746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=4746626218895317746' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4746626218895317746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4746626218895317746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-olhar-por-outro-angulo.html' title='Para olhar por outro ângulo...'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TUC8SZ7GOFI/AAAAAAAAAeU/x9G8JkV8-c4/s72-c/2010-10-09_14-10-04_449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8848971304730008887</id><published>2011-01-18T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T09:28:25.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curso de Cajon - Rio de Janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TTXNrhLgJlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UBBl0NtF4SY/s1600/flyer%2BGe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 464px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563579062210799186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TTXNrhLgJlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UBBl0NtF4SY/s400/flyer%2BGe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-8848971304730008887?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8848971304730008887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8848971304730008887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8848971304730008887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8848971304730008887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2011/01/curso-de-cajon-rio-de-janeiro.html' title='Curso de Cajon - Rio de Janeiro'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TTXNrhLgJlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UBBl0NtF4SY/s72-c/flyer%2BGe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-3676520416959317081</id><published>2011-01-01T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:19:32.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospectiva 2010 - Hello 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TSEH33357HI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qGpdQwevW3o/s1600/091020101352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TSEH33357HI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qGpdQwevW3o/s400/091020101352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557732071624535154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro dia de 2010 eu tinha muitas expectativas de que o ano seria pelo menos interessante...e foi. Acho a palavra é no mínimo supimpa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janeiro: Preparação primeira viagem internacional. Guias, roupas, hablando, hablando, hablando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fevereiro:Viagem para Madrid. Muito estudo, ralação. Novos amigos!!!! Barcelona, Paris e Rebajas!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Março: De volta a rotina. Loira!!!!!Trabaio, trabaio, descanso. Viagenzinha pra Penedo. Descobrindo as maravilhas de Maromba. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abril: 5 anos de casada. L'amour...Aliança nova e novas alianças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maio: Forte de Copacabana. Um dos melhores céus do mundo. Não tem preço deitar na pedra e curtir aquele visual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junho: Friozinho chegando. Festa Junina. Anarriê em Magé City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julho: Mês do Neversárioo. Previsões de criança até o final do ano de 2010 e mais viagens internacionais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agosto: Mais Friozinho...chopp com os amigos e descobri que tudo termina no PanCrepe da praça Vanhargen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setembro: Una visita especial. Lulalita en Brasil. Grande amiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outubro: Itália!!!! Viagem por Roma, Umbria e Firenze. Sim eu já sei o que é o "dolce far niente"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Novembro: Nascimento da pequena Clarineta, filha da dona Isabolla e seu CP Farias. Além de mais 2 sobrinhos a caminho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dezembro: Flamenco!!!! Muito flamenco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é que o cigano acertou?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Um homem viaja o mundo à procura do que ele precisa e volta para casa para encontrar."&lt;br /&gt;( George Moore )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-3676520416959317081?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/3676520416959317081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=3676520416959317081' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3676520416959317081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3676520416959317081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2011/01/retrospectiva-2010-hello-2011.html' title='Retrospectiva 2010 - Hello 2011'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TSEH33357HI/AAAAAAAAAd8/qGpdQwevW3o/s72-c/091020101352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2605323123316150852</id><published>2010-12-18T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T05:18:28.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser...por confitê</title><content type='html'>Achei muito bom o post escrito pelo Sr. Confitê nesta semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2010/12/tu-bi-or-not-to-be.html"&gt;Confira!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inté.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2605323123316150852?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2605323123316150852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2605323123316150852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2605323123316150852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2605323123316150852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/12/serpor-confite.html' title='Ser...por confitê'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-6327659000815028973</id><published>2010-12-12T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T12:53:08.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Más que pasión...</title><content type='html'>Cuando sientes el pulsar del cajón en el pecho, es decir que hay algo además de los pies y manos en movimiento. Aire y fuerza. Flamenco.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9lvBYcwjAQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9lvBYcwjAQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-no-proof:yes"&gt;Toditos le piden a Dios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;la salud y la libertad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-6327659000815028973?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/6327659000815028973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=6327659000815028973' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6327659000815028973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6327659000815028973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/12/mas-que-pasion.html' title='Más que pasión...'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2133659013086932522</id><published>2010-11-15T05:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T05:17:30.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Possiamo parlare di Roma…oppure semplicimente la guardare. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TOEy5DX6GaI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZSMzqxwbYkQ/s1600-h/0510201011055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="051020101105" border="0" alt="051020101105" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TOEy6IXPurI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XVFubG2vYmo/051020101105_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Roma é uma cidade cujo adjetivo para descrevê-la não deve ser menor que estupenda. Para quem gosta de história, e olha que eu detestava, quando criança, deve conhecer o berço da república. Tudo impressiona. É gigantesco e fabuloso.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Porém o que mais me encantou em Roma foi o estilo romano: as pessoas, a cultura, os modos, a comida…o dolce far niente…no meio de tanta beleza.Como diz o &lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Sr.Confitê&lt;/a&gt;, meu marido, é uma Disneylândia para adultos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Arrivederci!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2133659013086932522?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2133659013086932522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2133659013086932522' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2133659013086932522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2133659013086932522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/11/roma.html' title='ROMA'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TOEy6IXPurI/AAAAAAAAAdg/XVFubG2vYmo/s72-c/051020101105_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-703983268588891821</id><published>2010-11-07T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:32:16.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTUDIO BAILADO: MOVIMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://estudiobailado.blogspot.com/p/movimentos.html?spref=bl"&gt;ESTUDIO BAILADO: MOVIMENTOS&lt;/a&gt;: "Hembra, Interferências  Uma mulher que no decorrer de sua vida se desprendeu de sua essência, se afastou de seus valores abrindo mão de..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-703983268588891821?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://estudiobailado.blogspot.com/p/movimentos.html?spref=bl' title='ESTUDIO BAILADO: MOVIMENTOS'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/703983268588891821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=703983268588891821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/703983268588891821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/703983268588891821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/11/estudio-bailado-movimentos.html' title='ESTUDIO BAILADO: MOVIMENTOS'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5109735225709576798</id><published>2010-10-17T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:24:30.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagens falam mais do que palavras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TLuTW-EnO6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/vOAATKj7Apo/s1600/051020101180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TLuTW-EnO6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/vOAATKj7Apo/s400/051020101180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529174990356167586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-5109735225709576798?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5109735225709576798/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5109735225709576798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5109735225709576798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5109735225709576798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/10/imagens-falam-mais-do-que-palavras.html' title='Imagens falam mais do que palavras.'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TLuTW-EnO6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/vOAATKj7Apo/s72-c/051020101180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-594673087139166701</id><published>2010-09-25T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:36:07.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teve um dia duro??? Siga o exemplo...be happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27232f42144dcc82" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27232f42144dcc82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884941%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26D905C6F84F976500A9051B8475A8EBDEAFFBF9.78B025B03BA8311DA2293969B43711D17CFA40FF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27232f42144dcc82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW_5ytoT5XWU-2WqFBNdb8-MmS98&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27232f42144dcc82%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884941%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D26D905C6F84F976500A9051B8475A8EBDEAFFBF9.78B025B03BA8311DA2293969B43711D17CFA40FF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27232f42144dcc82%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DW_5ytoT5XWU-2WqFBNdb8-MmS98&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-594673087139166701?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/594673087139166701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=594673087139166701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/594673087139166701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/594673087139166701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/09/teve-um-dia-duro-siga-o-exemplobe-happy.html' title='Teve um dia duro??? Siga o exemplo...be happy.'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5884670754885351632</id><published>2010-09-20T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:15:03.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Vingança - Cada um tem a gorjeta que merece - Parte II</title><content type='html'>Em resposta ao &lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2010/09/cada-um-tem-gorjeta-que-merece.html"&gt;post feito pelo Sr. Confitê&lt;/a&gt;, vai ai para a muierada...cada um tem a gorjeta que merece...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0hfVJ0D8cc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v0hfVJ0D8cc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-5884670754885351632?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5884670754885351632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5884670754885351632' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5884670754885351632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5884670754885351632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/09/post-vinganca-cada-um-tem-gorjeta-que.html' title='Post Vingança - Cada um tem a gorjeta que merece - Parte II'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5192989162651182965</id><published>2010-09-19T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:03:14.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy tu aire - LABUAT.COM</title><content type='html'>Muy imaginativo pintar una canción...pero es posible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://soytuaire.labuat.com/"&gt;Soy tu aire&lt;/a&gt;" es una canción que se convierte en una pantalla de arte.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que disfrutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-5192989162651182965?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5192989162651182965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5192989162651182965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5192989162651182965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5192989162651182965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/09/soy-tu-aire-labuatcom.html' title='Soy tu aire - LABUAT.COM'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-4672084782131848528</id><published>2010-08-22T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:09:53.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inove!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7110f3a7567369ea" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7110f3a7567369ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884941%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E51B660449D39AE49231A63139BD4B31472145A.32142FB41B294F1E4BF0C64CAE7E2C5B5CE1C4F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7110f3a7567369ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_hCsQwZaTrYHRuMxkxdGsxDzSVI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7110f3a7567369ea%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329884941%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E51B660449D39AE49231A63139BD4B31472145A.32142FB41B294F1E4BF0C64CAE7E2C5B5CE1C4F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7110f3a7567369ea%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_hCsQwZaTrYHRuMxkxdGsxDzSVI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;O que move de fato o homem? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;O que o faz ser criativo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;O que faz um palito e um chiclete virar uma bomba? A resposta seria McGyver. Mas na verdade não é o homem em si...É a condição de sentir-se capaz e livre para realizar aquilo que racionalmente não seria possível. Sem preconceitos e regras quando se trata de inovar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;E não pense que inovação é só criar algo novo. Definição de inovação: novidade ou renovação. Inovação vem do latim i&lt;i&gt;nnovatio &lt;/i&gt;e se refere a uma ideia que não segue os padrões anteriores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;E o que fazer para ser criativo e inovar em épocas de web 3.0? Foco na pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;O que importa de verdade são as pessoas. O indivíduo tem que se sentir importante a ponto de entender que algo foi feito especialmente para ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Eu diria que inovar serve para que o mundo continue girando. E que o fluxo de ideias continuem se renovando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Como inovar? Pensando diferente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Mude o caminho. Enxergue com outros olhos. Fale um novo idioma. Descubra uma nova cultura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Permita-se não fazer nada. Mas não por muito tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adesso io penso che me piache molto il "dolce far niente".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Ciao.&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/6476634802000236695-4672084782131848528?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/4672084782131848528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=4672084782131848528' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4672084782131848528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4672084782131848528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/08/inove.html' title='Inove!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1801398582659364690</id><published>2010-08-18T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T16:53:45.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulgas e afins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TGxyJF0J-2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/qZTUUZZCx5s/s1600/18072010923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TGxyJF0J-2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/qZTUUZZCx5s/s320/18072010923.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506901944872598370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falar do Pulguento é o mesmo que falar de diversão. O meu sobrinho, também conhecido como Garah do deserto tem aparecido aqui em casa e feito uma revolução!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que neste mês já assisti o filme do Garrincha, Toy Story 3D (twice), Star treck, a bússola de ouro e sei lá mais o quê...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Garrincha foi um marco no final de semana. Eu tive que trabalhar e regular o FF do DVD para que as cenas "proibidas" não fossem vistas pelo pequeno de 8 anos. Mas a verdade é que Botafogo é o que há e ter uma criança em casa, faz você sorrir mais facilmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, &lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sr. Confitê&lt;/a&gt; escreveu mais uma das &lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2010/08/pulgas-muitas-pulgas.html"&gt;aventuras do Pulguentinho&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inté&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-1801398582659364690?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1801398582659364690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1801398582659364690' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1801398582659364690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1801398582659364690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/08/pulgas-e-afins.html' title='Pulgas e afins'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TGxyJF0J-2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/qZTUUZZCx5s/s72-c/18072010923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8339150026169761087</id><published>2010-08-12T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:43:53.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONALISA DE PIJAMAS - Para Refletir</title><content type='html'>Estava lendo um dos blogs que eu mais gosto e me deparei com um texto que é a minha cara:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para Refletir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 21px; font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;Como vocês percebem sou psicóloga, lido nesta teia que nós, seres humanos criamos e, em algum momento da vida, achamos que não está legal ou está legal, mas queremos novos desafios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 21px; font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gosto disso!! Gosto da capacidade do ser humano de se re-inventar, gosto da possibilidade de evoluirmos, crescermos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 21px; font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sinceramente, aquele discurso que ‘sou assim’, ‘na minha família é assim’, ‘não vou mudar’, me levam a questionar em que a pessoa se apega, em que ponto ela não se permite evoluir, re-inventar, mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 21px; font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ser humano que não evolui, perde um pouco de sua essência, o SER; fica preso na teia. Ainda que a teia o esteja prejudicando, ele prefere a comodidade de permanecer do mesmo jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 21px; font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dê espaço para evoluir, mudar. Dói um pouco, pode exigir alguns esforços; mas não vi ninguém que se arrependeu do processo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 21px; font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;Re-invente-se!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 21px; font-family: Arial; color: black; "&gt;Abraços..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Janaina Moutinho - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); "&gt;&lt;em&gt;colaboradora da Monalisa de Pijamas e autora do blog: &lt;a href="http://janainamoutinho.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; "&gt;http://janainamoutinho.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-8339150026169761087?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8339150026169761087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8339150026169761087' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8339150026169761087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8339150026169761087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/08/monalisa-de-pijamas-para-refletir.html' title='MONALISA DE PIJAMAS - Para Refletir'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2875745456097856816</id><published>2010-08-06T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T06:04:01.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Stop - Saens Peña Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TFzNv2SsGoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XVvt71KJDoI/s1600/02022010100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TFzNv2SsGoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XVvt71KJDoI/s320/02022010100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502499066651351682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, mais do que nunca,vejo que aprender uma coisa diferente a cada dia é fundamental para minha sobrevivencia no mundo das mesmices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Onde todos se vestem de maneira igual, onde os valores são padronizados, onde o ser diferente já é comum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu gosto do novo, do diferente, do "me descubra", do SURPRESA. Entender que todos os dias nos deparamos com algo novo, faz da nossa vida uma rotina interessante. E pra isso basta olhar pela janela. É interessante o trajeto que faço até o trabalho. Consegui torná-lo uma fonte de aprendizagem e curiosidade pelo comportamento alheio...OK. Pode parecer esquisito, mas observar o jeito das pessoas no metrô faz com que eu entenda o outro como indivíduo e nao parte de um grupo e veja o quanto é interessante o ser humano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Falar sozinho não é maluquice. As pessoas estão falando ao telefone ou simplesmente balbuciando alguma canção que toca no seu Ipod. São felizes...e daí?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Óculos  escuros em dia de chuva é comum...Afinal de contas pra quê mostrar as olheiras, quando se aproveitou até o último minuto da chuvinha fina dormindo até mais tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Palco para cenas românticas é o que há...senhores, jovens, emos, colegiais, executivos. O romance está no ar...as pessoas se beijam entre as estações do Estacio e Praça XI e pra que se importar com os outros???? O tempo é curto entre uma estação e outra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Fazer lanchinhos no metrô também é muito comum. Um suco del valle e uma empadinha é "de lei" pra matar a fome até chegar em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- E o melhor de tudo..ler...as revistas e jornais alheios. Até os seus próprios livros são muito interessantes e fazem passar o tempo num segundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu gosto do metrô...são os 15 minutos preciosos de novidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Next Stop Saens Peña Station. Mind the gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2875745456097856816?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2875745456097856816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2875745456097856816' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2875745456097856816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2875745456097856816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/08/next-stop-saens-pena-station.html' title='Next Stop - Saens Peña Station'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TFzNv2SsGoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/XVvt71KJDoI/s72-c/02022010100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2159305262865542482</id><published>2010-07-31T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:35:41.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disfrute - está logo aí.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;DICAS DA SEMANA - rapidinho!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Exposição ZERÓIS CCBB - http://migre.me/11hl8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;SERVIÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Data: 20 de julho a 19 de setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Local: Salas B, C e D - 2º andar | Rua Primeiro de Março, 66 - Centro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Recepção/Informações: Terça a domingo, das 10h às 21h | Telefone: (21) 3808-2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Entrada Franca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Comer, Rezar e Amar - o livro tá ficando cada vez mais gostoso. E ainda tenho mais 4 na fila. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aproveite o dia. O Rio está lindo hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-2159305262865542482?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2159305262865542482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2159305262865542482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2159305262865542482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2159305262865542482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/07/disfrute-esta-logo-ai.html' title='Disfrute - está logo aí.'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-6522895301814471315</id><published>2010-07-31T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:34:44.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aire</title><content type='html'>Assistir a um show de flamenco é abrir-se para uma senóide de emoções e sentimentos.&lt;div&gt;Lindo, forte e próprio. Uma identidade única atribuída a cada bailaora. Un sentimento único que te invade quando a voz do cantaor preenche todos os espaços "huecos" da alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagens do show de ontem no Bar do TOM. Bailaora Fernanda Saldanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClkWm0IAU3U&amp;amp;hl=pt&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ClkWm0IAU3U&amp;amp;hl=pt&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alsa Chica!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você gosta de flamenco não pode perder toda última sexta-feira do mês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-6522895301814471315?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/6522895301814471315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=6522895301814471315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6522895301814471315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6522895301814471315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/07/aire.html' title='Aire'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-7953324757861902027</id><published>2010-07-18T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T08:22:51.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLAMENCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hola a Todos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou logo avisar...pra quem gosta de flamenco, esse mês o Rio de Janeiro vai bombar no compasso de 12. Confira a agenda deste mês:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TEMa4dtCAtI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JhQiQkT5vUc/s1600/the.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TEMa4dtCAtI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JhQiQkT5vUc/s320/the.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495265527670637266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;22 de julho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; - Mostra de Dança Espanhola no Centro Coreográfico do Rio de Janeiro com a participaçnao de Alma Flamenca, Toca madera, Grupo de Dança Maria Thereza Canário, Cia de Arte Flamenca entre outras (o evento que inicia dia 21 de julho, continua no fim de semana com aulas gratuitas e outras atividades) Rua José Higino 115 Tijuca. 2238 2183&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TEMbRDcxV5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/GCxW1BbY9ek/s1600/f%C3%AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TEMbRDcxV5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/GCxW1BbY9ek/s320/f%C3%AA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495265950119843730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;30 de julho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Peña Los Harbas no Bar do Tom.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;guitarra flamenca: Allan Harbas e Luciano Câmara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cante e baile: Tiza Harbas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;percussão: Geórgia Câmara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;baile: Clara Kutner, Fernanda Saldanha e Laura Laguna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Horário: Abertura da casa 20h30 / Aula Aberta: 21h30 / Início do show: 22h00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ingresso.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(195, 57, 11); "&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.ingresso.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lotação: 280 lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Setor palco: R$ 60,00 / Setor A: R$ 50,00 / Setor Par e Ímpar: R$ 40,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Idealização e Direção Artística: Projeto Alma Flamenca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apoio Cultural: Instituto Cervantes, Estudio Bailado e Studio Gesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saludos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aglic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-7953324757861902027?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/7953324757861902027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=7953324757861902027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7953324757861902027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7953324757861902027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/07/flamenco.html' title='FLAMENCO'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TEMa4dtCAtI/AAAAAAAAAZA/JhQiQkT5vUc/s72-c/the.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-7509241065089161337</id><published>2010-07-12T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:15:19.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33 invernos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TDvMKx1v0mI/AAAAAAAAAY0/pP08HhQteE0/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TDvMKx1v0mI/AAAAAAAAAY0/pP08HhQteE0/s320/image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493208656057979490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro o friozinho do mês de julho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Brasil/foto/0,,22492576-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Affff...Semana de Inverno Astral. Sim...INVERNO ASTRAL. :)&lt;div&gt;Segunda-feira que vem completo 33 invernos. Afinal de contas é a estação do ano que eu mais gosto. E você pergunta: por que? Porque o povo fica chique amiga!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dominiodamodablog.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/roupas-de-inverno-com-requinte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.dominiodamodablog.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/roupas-de-inverno-com-requinte.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um tal de cachecol no metrô, pashimina no 220 (Saens peña- pça mauá) e botas no shopping Tijuca pra tomar um cafezinho na Saraiva. Só não pode ficar parecendo uma coxinha . Cuidado hein...rsrsr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é glamourrrrrrrrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://surviveweddingseason.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/pashmina-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://surviveweddingseason.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/pashmina-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://renatabatata.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/cachecol_listrado_b11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 538px;" src="http://renatabatata.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/cachecol_listrado_b11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DICAS QUENTES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Combinar acessórios quentes com roupas simples. 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Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TDvMKx1v0mI/AAAAAAAAAY0/pP08HhQteE0/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-4504646962178297453</id><published>2010-07-05T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:41:46.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapidinho, antes que a bateria acabe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TDJ7gSB9TBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AhWi5S0J60o/s1600/Twilight_Saga___Eclipse_Poster_by_Julushko_navara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TDJ7gSB9TBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AhWi5S0J60o/s320/Twilight_Saga___Eclipse_Poster_by_Julushko_navara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490586690244135954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DICAS DA SEMANA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CINEMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Toy Story 3 - lindo! Vá e leve muitos lenços. O filme me fez lembrar o quanto eu quis a casa da barbie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eclipse - Se libera mulher!!!!! Filme adolê tudo de bom. Torcida total pela paixão do Lobinho (diga-se de passagem de inho não tem nada na tela).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GASTRONOMIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Suco de Melancia com Gengibre do Doce delícia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Feijoada da mamãe. Isso só acontece quando as 3 princesas do Pará se encontram. Joelma que se cuide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEITURA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A curta vida de Bree Tuner - estória dentro de Eclipse - vale a pena ter outra visão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Comer, rezar e Amar - Ainda estou comendo em Roma!!!Diliçaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boa Semana!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-4504646962178297453?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/4504646962178297453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=4504646962178297453' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4504646962178297453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4504646962178297453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/07/rapidinho-antes-que-bateria-acabe.html' title='Rapidinho, antes que a bateria acabe.'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TDJ7gSB9TBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/AhWi5S0J60o/s72-c/Twilight_Saga___Eclipse_Poster_by_Julushko_navara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2766217954663895946</id><published>2010-06-30T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T07:01:33.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana de Jogo - Sinal Verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTxM5xogeWg/SuCsLM2tUiI/AAAAAAAACeI/gm9_NI-J9cc/s400/Sinal+verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTxM5xogeWg/SuCsLM2tUiI/AAAAAAAACeI/gm9_NI-J9cc/s400/Sinal+verde.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As semanas têm sido curtas, mas é melhor ainda para aproveitar o que o Rio tem de bom.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Flamenco no Bar do TOM - (ou plataforma, como preferir).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pirulito de salmão no MANEKINEKO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dançar ao som de Lady Gaga na festa do sinal --- Adolê total&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Blusinhas sociais na loja do Shopping Tijuca - Acho que é aghata o nome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pues..pensando em elaborar mais uma viagem. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-2766217954663895946?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2766217954663895946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2766217954663895946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2766217954663895946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2766217954663895946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/06/semana-de-jogo-sinal-verde.html' title='Semana de Jogo - Sinal Verde'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTxM5xogeWg/SuCsLM2tUiI/AAAAAAAACeI/gm9_NI-J9cc/s72-c/Sinal+verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2029700459831428466</id><published>2010-06-25T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:01:43.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas e a cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TCT6lkRoOAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/g34rFwJCT74/s1600/s%26c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TCT6lkRoOAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/g34rFwJCT74/s320/s%26c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486785769343825922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ontem foi um dia típico do seriado sex and the city. OK, Na verdade seria Friends and the City.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrinho feminino, mesmo sem um dos membros do grupo das 4 Amazonas da Engenharia o jantar foi muito bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conversa vai, conversa vem e de repente 30...Vimos que todos os nossos questionamentos se resumiam aos 30 anos de idade. Afff..como deixamos a nossa vida chegar a esse ponto? Que ponto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos 30 anossssssssssssssssssss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde estão as garotas que matavam aula no prédio da Física?????No escritório.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulheres, profissionais bem sucedidas, mães....e sobretudo AMIGAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relembramos velhos tempos, comemos uma pizza (mesmo saindo da dieta). Não bebemos. Afinal isso já não acontece sempre. Talvez trocaríamos a cerveja Itaipava por vinho chileno. Mas não. Bebemos água, suco e falamos muitooooooo...Encontrinho de amigas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigas de 14 anos.  Puxa...Como chegamos aos 30 tão rápido? Algumas expectativas foram alinhadas. Outras ainda estão em andamento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que importa é que em 2011 viajaremos para Abu Dabi (ou Barcelona, talvez seja mais fácil).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah já ia me esquecendo, como o tema deste mês é DICAS da SEMANA, aí vai:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Supermercado Sendas do Largo do Machado - vazio e com uma variadade de produtos orgânicos. Mto bom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Fondue com os amigos no Otto. O Fondue não foi dos melhores, mas o vinho estava ótimo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Pizza de funghi do Fiametta - podia ser melhor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;- O filme Sex and the City é muito bom. Estou viciada na série. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para hoje Peña Flamenca no Bar do TOM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasta Luego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aglic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2029700459831428466?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2029700459831428466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2029700459831428466' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2029700459831428466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2029700459831428466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/06/amigas-e-cidade.html' title='Amigas e a cidade'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TCT6lkRoOAI/AAAAAAAAAYE/g34rFwJCT74/s72-c/s%26c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2584919329073639414</id><published>2010-06-13T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T10:45:49.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aproveitem. Sem compromisso...</title><content type='html'>Olá Personas!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para os que gostam aproveitem um pouquinho mais. Para os que não aguentam mais ouvir falar em Lost, apenas aproveitem a mensagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-isso-e-isso-que-eu-queria-dizer.html"&gt;Blog do Sr. Confitê.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inté.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2584919329073639414?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2584919329073639414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2584919329073639414' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2584919329073639414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2584919329073639414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/06/aproveitem-sem-compromisso.html' title='Aproveitem. Sem compromisso...'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-4640148360052256366</id><published>2010-06-06T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:39:14.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1a Semana de Junho - Será possível mudar o mundo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TAuvFKRZRxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/7EvAxKd6pj4/s1600/04062009826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TAuvFKRZRxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/7EvAxKd6pj4/s320/04062009826.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479665874817861394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Caros e seletos leitores, como prometido seguem as dicas de junho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Se dar de presente momentos de alegria é o mesmo que afirmar que eu posso mudar o meu mundo. Se eu mudo o meu mundo...ele já não é o mesmo pra ninguém, pois o olhar posto a você já é diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Acho que acordei inspirada.rsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TAuv7IVoobI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XBHAx11VeR4/s1600/04062010806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TAuv7IVoobI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XBHAx11VeR4/s320/04062010806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479666802011709874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Vai aí no mundo de A-lic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Tomar um vinito na Apreciatti do Shopping Tijuca - Sim eu sou tijucana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Forte de Copacabana com o meu sobrinho. Figura!!!Lindo ver seus olhos de curiosidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Confeitaria Colombo é um detalhe a parte no passeio do forte. Apesar da lista desorganizada, vale apena conferir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Homem de Ferro no cinema só se for pra dormir...Eu prefiro o Homem de Lata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Passeio surpresa no CCBB - Exposição da Rebeca Horn (essa arte moderna é muito moderna pra  mim...) - mas é bom porque é de graça. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;- Box do Sex and the City - As mulheres são todas iguais. É uma verdade. Nua e crua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O Domingo só está começando, mas achei melhor começar por aqui. Para não perder tempo no mundo virtual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TAuw7vi59oI/AAAAAAAAAX4/GGVtWngPckE/s320/03062010791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namaguedorás!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-4640148360052256366?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/4640148360052256366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=4640148360052256366' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4640148360052256366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4640148360052256366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/06/1a-semana-de-junho-sera-possivel-mudar.html' title='1a Semana de Junho - Será possível mudar o mundo?'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TAuvFKRZRxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/7EvAxKd6pj4/s72-c/04062009826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-3502930738081100475</id><published>2010-06-05T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T07:53:13.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TPM - ponto de vista Sr. Confitê - O homem de Ferro II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.midisegni.it/disegni/fiabe/ozUomolatta.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 429px; height: 572px;" src="http://www.midisegni.it/disegni/fiabe/ozUomolatta.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena conferir:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2010/06/tpm-da-sra-confite.html"&gt;http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2010/06/tpm-da-sra-confite.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom sábado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-3502930738081100475?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/3502930738081100475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=3502930738081100475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3502930738081100475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3502930738081100475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/06/tpm-ponto-de-vista-sr-confite-o-homem.html' title='TPM - ponto de vista Sr. Confitê - O homem de Ferro II'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-7863925297067390553</id><published>2010-05-30T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:19:29.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu recomendo I - 30 de maio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TAMNkhoSmhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IjiCdq6TFf8/s1600/09032010618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TAMNkhoSmhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IjiCdq6TFf8/s200/09032010618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477236492966468114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caros leitores,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A partir de hoje decidi compartilhar com vocês mais uma situação de intimidade. Desta vez uma intimidade distante e contrutiva. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não que o que eu tenha escrito até o último post não tenha sido construtivo. Mas o meu objeto de relato durante os próximos posts será de forma parcial e tendenciosa. Mais do que o normal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A idéia é passar um pouco de coisas que tenham me chamado a atenção na semana e que possam ser compartilhadas pelos meus seletivos leitores (também em número)...Enfim vai aí o que rolou no mundo de Alice nessa semana:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Aula de Flamenco com Inmaculada Ortega - Indescritível. Quem gosta de dança e especialmente flamenco deve fazer aula com esta mulher "Inmacreíble"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Centro Cultural Carioca de Dança - Aulas de dança gratuitas. Me senti em uma escola de Flamenco do filme de Carlos Saura. Nota 10 para a direção do lugar. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Final de Loooossssssssttttt - Série sobre pessoas. "...Se não soubermos viver juntos, vamos morrer sozinhos."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Blu-ray do Lua Nova - tá..eu estou no meu momento adolê já faz um ano.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Capuccino da cafeteria na galeria do Méier. O MELHOR QUE EU JÁ TOMEI !!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRILHA SONORA DA SEMANA: Chicas, Il Divo, Shakira, Renato Russo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boa Semana!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Namastê.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-7863925297067390553?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/7863925297067390553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=7863925297067390553' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7863925297067390553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7863925297067390553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-recomendo-i-30-de-maio.html' title='Eu recomendo I - 30 de maio'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/TAMNkhoSmhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IjiCdq6TFf8/s72-c/09032010618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-7045055092853222327</id><published>2010-05-09T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:29:13.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia das Mães</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S-bE3W-ZMdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/cO5ms3UxSXA/s1600/bebe-caracol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S-bE3W-ZMdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/cO5ms3UxSXA/s200/bebe-caracol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469275252827173330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Feliz dia das mães à todas as mulheres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sim a todas as mulheres...ser mãe não é só gerar um filho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ser mãe é ter em si um amor tão imenso que não cabe em um estado gestacional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;É distribuir esse amor aos amigos, aos pais, àqueles que nunca viram na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;É a vontade de doar esse amor e fazer parte da formação de uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;É orar pela criança que você nunca viu, mas já ama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;É o pai que se esforça para suprir a falta de uma mãe em sua familia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;É ser louca, ser over, é sofre, é abrir mão. É chorar, é amar, é sorrir...é viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;É ser tia também..nessa eu me incluo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Parabéns às minhas grandes amigas que são mães recentes. Parabéns às minhas grandes amigas que já são mãe por natureza e brevemente poderão distribuir esse amor tão grande. Parabéns às mulheres que amam incondicionalmente e sabem se doar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Post dedicados às melhores amigas do mundo. Que são minhas mães em várias ocasiões. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Obviamente isso inclui a mulher mais maravilhosa do mundo. A minha MÃE!&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/6476634802000236695-7045055092853222327?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/7045055092853222327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=7045055092853222327' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7045055092853222327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7045055092853222327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/05/feliz-dia-das-maes.html' title='Feliz dia das Mães'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S-bE3W-ZMdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/cO5ms3UxSXA/s72-c/bebe-caracol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1496027753181122549</id><published>2010-05-03T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:51:23.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu nome é Alice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alice no País das Maravilhas de Tim Burton é uma viagem ao inconsciente "consciente" de que não devemos nos acomodar com as situações. Devemos aceitá-las da forma com que elas se apresentam. Mas não com o espírito resignado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S-IFMmCDkwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/pxd74tbmW_I/s1600/alice_no_pais-das_maravilhas2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S-IFMmCDkwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/pxd74tbmW_I/s200/alice_no_pais-das_maravilhas2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467938611506942722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito me encantou esse filme. Deixei de ser Pequena Sereia para ser Alice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S-IDuUGzclI/AAAAAAAAAWE/xmAugY_ZZhY/s200/alice1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467936991787315794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 97px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...Desde que caí naquele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buraco de coelho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foi me falado o que fazer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e quem devo ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui encolhida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esticada, arranhada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e enfiada numa chaleira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui acusada de ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não ser Alice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e esse sonho é meu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu decidirei daqui em diante..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Trecho do filme "Alice in Wonderland" - Tim Burton 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S-IEpsPIzII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YtOwJGH0Uzs/s1600/alice-in-wonderland-movie-image-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S-IEpsPIzII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/YtOwJGH0Uzs/s200/alice-in-wonderland-movie-image-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467938011877002370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-1496027753181122549?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1496027753181122549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1496027753181122549' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1496027753181122549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1496027753181122549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/05/meu-nome-e-alice.html' title='Meu nome é Alice!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S-IFMmCDkwI/AAAAAAAAAWY/pxd74tbmW_I/s72-c/alice_no_pais-das_maravilhas2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5420657318636852251</id><published>2010-04-17T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:57:57.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Reboleichochon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cara, eu amo dançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas sem pilha nunca fui fã de axé. Esses lances de mãozinha pra cima, mãozinha pro lado, dá uma rodadinha e vai até o chão nunca foi comigo. Depois de umas "cervezitas" até poderia ser...mas de cara limpa. NEVA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bom, estava eu indo a academia quando ouvi falar que havia uma aula de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;ritmos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;era muito boa,. Queimava muitas calorias e tal... Resumindo..influenciada por algumas amigas resolvi experimentar a nova onda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sem saber o que me esperava eu comecei tímida, lá atrás da sala, para não ser percebida. A aula começou até que legal, mas um pouco parada pra quem está acostumada com o ritmo frenético da guitarra flamenca e do cajon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;De repente eu ouvi um grito: - Joga a mão pra cima e vem!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Minha vontade era de sair corredo da sala. Porém quando me posicionei estrategicamente para sair, uma senhora EXTREMAMENTE animada  se colocou bem atrás de mim impedindo a minha passagem até a porta de vidro cheia de adesivos humanos. QUE MEDO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;De repente perdi o professor (bailarino da Ivete desde criancinha) de vista e quando me dei conta ele estava ao meu lado gritando :- Agora é na onda do rebolation!!!!!Vai, vai, vai!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;O que eu poderia fazer???? Fui, né. Já estava lá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lutei para manter a minha imagem construída durante 32 anos de heavy metal e flamenco, para destruir tudo em 45 minutos. rsrsrsrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aff, fazer o que? O pior é que no meio da aula eu ja me pegava cantando a musica e tudo, que percebi que não tinha mais jeito. O rebolation já me dominava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bom, acho que na próxima sexta-feira estarei puxando o rebolation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;É isso aí pessoal, quebrando os paradigmas até o chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-5420657318636852251?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5420657318636852251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5420657318636852251' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5420657318636852251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5420657318636852251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/04/reboleichochon.html' title='&quot;Reboleichochon&quot;'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-499583271479775071</id><published>2010-03-30T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:57:48.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;“Liberdade começa na mente. Entender o eu é a chave para a liberdade. Quanto mais entendemos a nós mesmos, mais nos liberamos do inútil. Liberdade significa não ser influenciado e afetado. É estar em paz consigo. Liberdade verdadeira é experimentar nossa essência que é a paz."&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/6476634802000236695-499583271479775071?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/499583271479775071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=499583271479775071' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/499583271479775071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/499583271479775071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-free.html' title='Be free'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8468054136291862815</id><published>2010-02-20T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:04:39.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TICAL</title><content type='html'>Fin de la fase presencial. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy tengo que escribir en español pues dedico este post a las personas que compartieran conmigo estos intensos y breves 20 días.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es interesante pensar como es posible personas de culturas tan diferentes pueden formar parte de un grupo cuya identidad sea na TRIBU. Personas de Peru, Ecuador, Nicarágua, Republica Dominicana, Chile, Uruguai, Panamá, Costa Rica, Mexico y Brasil dedicadas a hacer un master en Madrid. Además de eso, personas dispuestas a compartir sus experiencias de vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El master como enseñanza fue algo muy intenso. Fechas cortas, mucho a estudiarse, examenes, presentaciones...Sin embargo todo eso fue posible hacerlo con apoyo, amistad y ganas de lograrse los objetivos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Objetivo del Master: Capacitación profesional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experiencia: Auto-conocimiento, superación y recuperación de ganas por disfrutar de la vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9879198&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9879198&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9879198"&gt;Clausura fase presencial TICAL&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/eoi"&gt;EOI&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusión: No te pierdas en el camino...caso eso ocurra, tendrás siempre una oportunidad de alcanzarte de nuevo. La respuesta de todo está dentro de ti. Disfrute de la vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saludos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-8468054136291862815?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8468054136291862815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8468054136291862815' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8468054136291862815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8468054136291862815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/02/tical.html' title='TICAL'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8686290172319496832</id><published>2010-02-20T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T04:58:41.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S3_cPxKP1WI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/X5RuA3z1IVI/s1600-h/13022010353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S3_cPxKP1WI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/X5RuA3z1IVI/s200/13022010353.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440309038339315042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viagem encantadora!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barcelona é uma mistura de lugar super moderno com a velha estória medieval. As pessoas são super simpáticas. Seguro que viveria em Barcelona!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As ruelas se contrastam com a grandiosidade dos monumentos. Simplesmente encantadora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-8686290172319496832?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8686290172319496832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8686290172319496832' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8686290172319496832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8686290172319496832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/02/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S3_cPxKP1WI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/X5RuA3z1IVI/s72-c/13022010353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-4935026672255816539</id><published>2010-02-10T15:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:12:22.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concentração total</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S3M9RWnEUAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TqQGPSny208/s1600-h/DSC04187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S3M9RWnEUAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TqQGPSny208/s200/DSC04187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436756543502831618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em uma semana estarei arrumando as malas para voltar ao Brasil e ainda falta tanta coisa por ver....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei a semana estudando e quase nao durmo...o povo aqui é frenético. Estudam até as 5 da manhã. COmo eu sou mais ligth vou até as 2:00..rsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estou no módulo específico e encantada com a diversidade cultural deste curso. Tenho certeza que estou fazendo grandes amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final de semana: Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-4935026672255816539?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/4935026672255816539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=4935026672255816539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4935026672255816539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4935026672255816539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/02/concentracao-total.html' title='Concentração total'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S3M9RWnEUAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/TqQGPSny208/s72-c/DSC04187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2294874368252059858</id><published>2010-02-06T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:03:37.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris em 1 dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S3M7ILdX2iI/AAAAAAAAAUw/brbkRfjJQf4/s1600-h/Paris_25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S3M7ILdX2iI/AAAAAAAAAUw/brbkRfjJQf4/s200/Paris_25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436754186867300898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou em Paris desde ontem. Amanha partimos cedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade  é magica, mas tb bem suja...andamos bastante de metro e é bom ver aquilo que normalmente nao se mostra em uma cidade turistica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos hospedadas em um hostal num bairro bem aconchegante onde o que mais me chamou atencao foram as varias barracas de frutas durante toda noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui esta fazendo um frio de rachar, muito pior que madrid...Esse frio eu nunca passei..rsrsrsr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, fotos em breve. Acabou a bateria do meu celular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades do calor do Brasil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2294874368252059858?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2294874368252059858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2294874368252059858' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2294874368252059858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2294874368252059858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/02/paris-em-1-dia.html' title='Paris em 1 dia'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S3M7ILdX2iI/AAAAAAAAAUw/brbkRfjJQf4/s72-c/Paris_25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-34491956560332625</id><published>2010-02-03T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:13:27.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Peñascales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S2oDCD7TlMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RXjf9GNvRFU/s1600-h/02022010041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S2oDCD7TlMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RXjf9GNvRFU/s200/02022010041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434159234324600002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terceiro dia de aula e é dificil não me encantar com esta experiência.&lt;br /&gt;Como disse o grande amor da minha vida: " Você está indo em busca de sua jornada, aventura. Isso é só seu!"&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a ele por insistir em seu incentivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Peñascales é um hotel para estudo. Se respira inovação, creatividade e idéias interessantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um lugar de GANAS por viver de maneira intensa e adquirir toda experiência possivel (dos colegas e dos professores).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como afirmam aqui, é um lugar propício para criar e sim ESTUDAR. Não tem nada melhor do que aprender. TODOS os dias (e vejam que estou aqui há só 3 dias)aprendo "un montón de cosas nuevas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O intercambio cultural é riquisimo...agora o ambiente...es increible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buen, amigos...acabei de voltar de um brainstorm de um caso que vamos resolver amanhã.Estou morrendo de sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madrid é un detalhe a parte. Les cuento despues!VALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-34491956560332625?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/34491956560332625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=34491956560332625' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/34491956560332625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/34491956560332625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/02/los-penascales.html' title='Los Peñascales'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S2oDCD7TlMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RXjf9GNvRFU/s72-c/02022010041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5415203712536611973</id><published>2010-01-30T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:47:02.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAZENDO AS MALAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S2SowL_gAeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/u3jHoUGoK04/s1600-h/malas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S2SowL_gAeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/u3jHoUGoK04/s200/malas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432652596321976802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Caramba, véspera de viagem...ai que frio na barriga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas coisas para acertar antes de embarcar. Fazer a mala é a pior delas. Roupas (está frio ou não), dindin (levar o suficiente), regalitos (não esquecer dos compañeiros de noite mal dormidas..jeje), documentos...affff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje conversando com o &lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sr.Confitê&lt;/a&gt; meu marido fizemos uma analogia muito interessante...&lt;br /&gt;Viajar é como está entrando num livro, onde você é a personagem e a aventura é sua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã começo o primeiro capitúlo do meu livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é só o Prefácio:  "There and Back Again".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saludos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-5415203712536611973?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5415203712536611973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5415203712536611973' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5415203712536611973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5415203712536611973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/01/fazendo-as-malas.html' title='FAZENDO AS MALAS!!!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S2SowL_gAeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/u3jHoUGoK04/s72-c/malas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2345062089059040804</id><published>2010-01-20T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:46:38.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenido 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S1ejjZBubeI/AAAAAAAAATw/y6ZeN9l-niY/s1600-h/madrid-at-night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S1ejjZBubeI/AAAAAAAAATw/y6ZeN9l-niY/s200/madrid-at-night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428987704227294690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola Chic@s!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno...Estou me preparando para viajar em 10 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mala;&lt;br /&gt;Roupas;&lt;br /&gt;Documentos;&lt;br /&gt;Material de Estudo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa ainda para verificar..Aff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animadííííííísssiiiimaaaa!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2345062089059040804?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2345062089059040804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2345062089059040804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2345062089059040804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2345062089059040804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2010/01/bienvenido-2010.html' title='Bienvenido 2010'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/S1ejjZBubeI/AAAAAAAAATw/y6ZeN9l-niY/s72-c/madrid-at-night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5206110760220205612</id><published>2009-12-31T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:02:37.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que se vá 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sz0DF5lK8WI/AAAAAAAAATc/oKcKmLBsOKo/s1600-h/flamenco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sz0DF5lK8WI/AAAAAAAAATc/oKcKmLBsOKo/s200/flamenco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421492926314901858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;31 de dezembro de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lições aprendidas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Yes, I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Sou movida a desafios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Se conhecer é a melhor forma de não se perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Pessoas em primeiro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Trabalho é muito bom, nos coloca em movimento, nos faz aprender a cada dia e paga nossas contas.Mas és só trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;- Toda rotina tem sua beleza. Mas é necessário quebrá-la!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para 2010...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Madrid, Febrero seré tuya!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Oportunidades!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Yo bailaré por bulerias...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Besitos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-5206110760220205612?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5206110760220205612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5206110760220205612' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5206110760220205612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5206110760220205612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-se-va-2009.html' title='Que se vá 2009!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sz0DF5lK8WI/AAAAAAAAATc/oKcKmLBsOKo/s72-c/flamenco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-3918824875687617401</id><published>2009-12-28T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:33:12.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cepúsculo segundo Sr.confitê</title><content type='html'>Meninas do meu Brasil...o meu marido viu e não perdoou.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2009/10/saga-do-prepucio.html"&gt;A saga do Prepúcio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bjos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-3918824875687617401?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/3918824875687617401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=3918824875687617401' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3918824875687617401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3918824875687617401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/12/cepusculo-segundo-srconfite.html' title='Cepúsculo segundo Sr.confitê'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-7657538676072890639</id><published>2009-12-15T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:28:51.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y que me puedes tú dar a mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SygpssNhSaI/AAAAAAAAATM/jBQryqvcQWI/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SygpssNhSaI/AAAAAAAAATM/jBQryqvcQWI/s200/coracao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415624399671871906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Y que me puedes tú dar a mi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;O tema fala das relações entre as pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;o dar e o receber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;e em especial com você mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;o se cuidar, se dar e o permitir receber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia :16 de dezembro de 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hora: 20:30h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Local:Teatro Ipanema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rua Prudente de Morais,824&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(entre a Rua Vinúcius de Morais e a Joana Angélica)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-7657538676072890639?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/7657538676072890639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=7657538676072890639' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7657538676072890639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7657538676072890639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/12/y-que-me-puedes-tu-dar-mi.html' title='Y que me puedes tú dar a mi'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SygpssNhSaI/AAAAAAAAATM/jBQryqvcQWI/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1837907068031727905</id><published>2009-12-05T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:49:28.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sossega coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SxrTHlZDHQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/r7hKCgyPWB0/s1600-h/coracao12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SxrTHlZDHQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/r7hKCgyPWB0/s200/coracao12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411870029488790786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sossega, coração! Não desesperes!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia, para além dos dias,&lt;br /&gt;Encontres o que queres porque o queres.&lt;br /&gt;Então, livre de falsas nostalgias,&lt;br /&gt;Atingirás a perfeição de seres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mas pobre sonho o que só quer não tê-lo!&lt;br /&gt;Pobre esperença a de existir somente!&lt;br /&gt;Como quem passa a mão pelo cabelo&lt;br /&gt;E em si mesmo se sente diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Como faz mal ao sonho o concebê-lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sossega, coração, contudo! Dorme!&lt;br /&gt;O sossego não quer razão nem causa.&lt;br /&gt;Quer só a noite plácida e enorme,&lt;br /&gt;A grande, universal, solente pausa&lt;br /&gt;Antes que tudo em tudo se transforme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Para uma amiga...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-1837907068031727905?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1837907068031727905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1837907068031727905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1837907068031727905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1837907068031727905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/12/sossega-coracao.html' title='Sossega coração'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SxrTHlZDHQI/AAAAAAAAAS4/r7hKCgyPWB0/s72-c/coracao12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-3224303258782657156</id><published>2009-11-09T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:05:04.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Una frase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;"El futuro tiene muchos nombres: inalcanzable para los debiles, desconocido para los que tienen miedo y una gran oportunidad para los valiente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-3224303258782657156?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/3224303258782657156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=3224303258782657156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3224303258782657156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3224303258782657156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/11/una-frase.html' title='Una frase'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8352280742146393131</id><published>2009-10-25T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:58:33.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esclavos del tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hoje estudando um pouco (pra variar) li uma passagem de um texto muito interessante a respeito de liderança diante das mudanças frenéticas em que vivemos hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;" La complejidad nace de que los problemas no se apresentan ordenados cronológicamente, unos después de otros, sino de que las dificultades pugnan aviesamente por incluirse unas dentro de otras. Esa complejidad es proporcional a la velocidad que se requiere para encontrar soluciones oportunas que conduzcan a resultados inmediatos, o casi inmediatos. La paciencia y su contrapartida, la serenidad, no cotizan al alza. Parece como si careciésemos del tiempo que se precisa, paradójicamente, para no ser esclavos del tiempo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Constatação contraditória, não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-8352280742146393131?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8352280742146393131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8352280742146393131' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8352280742146393131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8352280742146393131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/10/esclavos-del-tiempo.html' title='Esclavos del tiempo'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2492505137329262478</id><published>2009-10-21T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:16:00.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy estoy romantica!!!!! :) Casi Wando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 160px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 140px; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 20px; "&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 17.5pt; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; text-decoration: none; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Quiero Morir En Tu Veneno&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13.5pt; font-weight: 400; text-transform: none; letter-spacing: normal; color: rgb(183, 183, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/alejandro-sanz/" style="color: rgb(183, 183, 0); font-size: 13.5pt; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; "&gt;Alejandro Sanz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="main_cnt" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; margin-left: 140px; position: relative; width: 683px; "&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" style="padding-right: 200px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Tu y yo en mi habitación,&lt;br /&gt;la oscuridad nuestra canción&lt;br /&gt;y ya soy felíz.&lt;br /&gt;Eres la inspiración;&lt;br /&gt;tú creas y eres creación,&lt;br /&gt;eres odio y querer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Ven, te daré todos mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;porque vivo de ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;y así no sé vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Si aunque no quiera pienso en tí&lt;br /&gt;y el fuego en que me quemo,&lt;br /&gt;quiero morir en tu veneno,&lt;br /&gt;beberlo de tu piel y mi piel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Me pierdo en la realidad,&lt;br /&gt;tu luz me guia hacia el soñar;&lt;br /&gt;te busco, mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tú, tan perfecta, solo tú,&lt;br /&gt;producto de mi imaginación;&lt;br /&gt;por tí pierdo la razón.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Ven a romperme de deseo,&lt;br /&gt;quiero morir en tu veneno&lt;br /&gt;sin tí no sé vivir,&lt;br /&gt;que sufro más sin tu sufrir.&lt;br /&gt;Quémame en tu fuego,&lt;br /&gt;quiero morir en tu veneno,&lt;br /&gt;veneno de tu piel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Si, tápame los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y dame de beber&lt;br /&gt;antes que salga el Sol;&lt;br /&gt;si, sálvate la vida&lt;br /&gt;pero hazlo de una vez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;Ven, te daré todos mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;que vivo de ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;y así no sé vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Si aunque no quiera pienso en tí&lt;br /&gt;y el fuego en que me quemo,&lt;br /&gt;quiero morir en tu veneno,&lt;br /&gt;beberlo de tu piel y mi piel.&lt;br /&gt;Veneno de tu piel... veneno niña pa'morir&lt;br /&gt;veneno de tu piel... dame veneno&lt;br /&gt;veneno de tu piel... quiero beberlo de tu piel niña&lt;br /&gt;veneno de tu piel...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2492505137329262478?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2492505137329262478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2492505137329262478' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2492505137329262478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2492505137329262478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoy-estoy-romantica-casi-wando.html' title='Hoy estoy romantica!!!!! :) Casi Wando'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8498031735720785747</id><published>2009-10-07T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:50:53.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laços</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Ss0NICY2irI/AAAAAAAAASs/T0Dt11iid6c/s1600-h/la%C3%A7o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Ss0NICY2irI/AAAAAAAAASs/T0Dt11iid6c/s200/la%C3%A7o.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389978760763574962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meu Deus! Como é engraçado!&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tinha reparado como é curioso um laço ... uma fita dando voltas.&lt;br /&gt;Enrosca-se, mas não vira se Embola, revira, circula e pronto: está dado o laço.&lt;br /&gt;É assim que é o abraço: coração com coração, tudo isso cercado de braço.&lt;br /&gt;É assim que é o laço: um abraço sem presente, no cabelo, no vestido, em qualquer coisa onde o faço.&lt;br /&gt;E quando puxo uma ponta, o que é que acontece?&lt;br /&gt;Vai escorregando ... devagarzinho, desmancha, Desfaz o abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Solta o presente, o cabelo, fica solto vestido nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;E, na fita, que curioso, não faltou nem um pedaço.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Então, o amor é assim, a amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que é sentimento. Como um pedaço de fita.&lt;br /&gt;Enrosca, segura um pouquinho, mas pode se desfazer a qualquer hora,&lt;br /&gt;deixando livre as duas bandas do laço. Por isso é que se diz: laço afetivo, laço de amizade.&lt;br /&gt;E quando alguém briga, então se diz: romperam-se os laços.&lt;br /&gt;E saem as duas partes, igual meus pedaços de fita, sem perder nenhum pedaço.&lt;br /&gt;Então o amor e uma amizade são isso ...&lt;br /&gt;Não prendem, não escravizam, não apertam, não sufocam.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando vira nó, já deixou de ser um laço!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;             &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-8498031735720785747?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8498031735720785747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8498031735720785747' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8498031735720785747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8498031735720785747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/10/lacos.html' title='Laços'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Ss0NICY2irI/AAAAAAAAASs/T0Dt11iid6c/s72-c/la%C3%A7o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5134568106844431698</id><published>2009-10-05T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:11:35.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente Amigo</title><content type='html'>Depois de uma semana cheia, comecei bem essa segunda-feira.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ganhei de presente mais um post de minha amiga Ana Christina:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://acasadeana.blogspot.com/2009/10/kelly.html"&gt;http://acasadeana.blogspot.com/2009/10/kelly.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É gratificante e simplesmente tranquilizador ter amigos como a Ana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que se faz presente sendo o próprio. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-5134568106844431698?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5134568106844431698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5134568106844431698' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5134568106844431698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5134568106844431698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/10/presente-amigo.html' title='Presente Amigo'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2928466539057056447</id><published>2009-09-21T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:42:31.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arbol de la buena onda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(99, 32, 53); font-family:Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Peguei este texto do blog de uma amiga muito querida. Já em ritmo do momento Madrid!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#632035;"&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:16.8pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"   style="font-family:Helvetica;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Vaya a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"   style="font-family:Helvetica;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;caminar. Sonría a su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;hijo. Haga su álbum familiar. Cuente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;las estrellas. Mime a los que ama. Llame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;a sus amigos por teléfono. Dígale a alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;“Te quiero mucho”. Hable con Dios. Sea un niño otra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;vez. Salte la cuerda. Borre la palabra “rencor”. Diga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;que sí. Ríase. Lea un libro. Pída ayuda, corra. Cumpla sus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;promesas. Cante una canción. Anote los cumpleaños. Ayude a un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;enfermo. Salte para divertirse. Cambie un peinado. Sea voluntario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Piense. Devuelva un favor. Termine un proyecto. Rompa un hábito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Relájese. Exprese lo suyo.Trátese con un amigo. Escriba un poema bello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Visite a un hermano.Sueñe despierto.Apague el televisor y hable.Permítase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;equivocarse. Devuelva una amabilidad. Escuche a los grillos. Agradezca a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dios por el sol. Acepte un cumplido. Perdónese. Deje que alguien lo cuide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Muestra su felicidad. Aprenda algo que siempre deseó. Tóquese la punta de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;los pies. Mire una flor con atención. No diga “no puedo” por un día. Cante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;en la ducha. Viva cada minuto de la mano de Dios. Empiece una tradición&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;familiar. Haga un picnic adentro. Por hoy no se preocupe. Practique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;el coraje de las pequeñas cosas. Ayude a una anciana en el barrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Aliente a su niño. Mire fotos viejas. Escuche a un amigo. Imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;las olas de la playa. Juegue con su mascota. Permítase brillar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dése una palmada en la espalda. Grite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;por su equipo favorito. Pinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;un cuadro. Salude a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;un nuevo vecino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Haga un pequeño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;cambio. Delegue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;tareas. Hágale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;sentirse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;bienvenido a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;alguien. Permita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;que alguien lo ayude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sepa que no está solo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hágase un regalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;color:#632035;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align:center; line-height:16.8pt;overflow-x: visible;overflow-y: visible"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;color:#632035;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="right" style="text-align:right"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;por Angela Martinez de Madrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;color:#632035;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2928466539057056447?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2928466539057056447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2928466539057056447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2928466539057056447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2928466539057056447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/09/arbol-de-la-buena-onda.html' title='Arbol de la buena onda'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-3280331229637815622</id><published>2009-09-15T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:53:36.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Consumidor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sq7kgDbAHFI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ac-9lW3BNfo/s1600-h/consumidor-verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sq7kgDbAHFI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ac-9lW3BNfo/s200/consumidor-verde.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381489844079828050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Por esses dias tenho me sentido um tanto quanto consumidora frustrada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Todos os serviços que me são prestados, parecem ter saído de uma pegadinha do Mução. Ou até mesmo do Programa do Silvio Santos, onde a qualquer momento vão falar pra mim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;- Olhe ali para aquela câmera que vc está na pegadinha do consumidor boboca!!!! - e todos riremos juntos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Pois é...Mas não é assim que está funcionando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Há exatamente 3 meses estamos tentando mudar de plano dentro da operadora de celular &lt;i&gt;Hello&lt;/i&gt;. E durante esse tempo já falamos com mais de 200 atendentes, já desligaram na nossa cara umas 100 vezes, já deram retorno errado umas 50 e etc... Ah e já cancelaram a nossa linha também. Abrimos então um chamado na Anatel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;O pior é que isso não se limita aos serviços de Telecomunicações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Na mesma semana receberíamos os móveis comprados na &lt;i&gt;ANTE&lt;/i&gt; e infelizmente o atendente, QUANDO NÓS LIGAMOS PARA SABER, nos disse que nosso pedido não havia sido registrado e que não seria entregue na data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Normal...terceirização. Essa é a conclusão. A falta de comprometimento com a empresa em que se trabalha em função da terceirização traduz-se em mal atendimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Segue um trecho da carta que escrevi á &lt;i&gt;ANTE&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Segoe UI';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tivemos informações evasivas e quando obtivemos alguma concreta foi de que não seria entregue no prazo e não havia registro da compra feita no dia 02/08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estamos aguardando um posicionamento favorável, pois o prazo ainda não foi estourado. Mas quero deixar claro que o cliente não deve ter esperança no serviço e sim CONFIANÇA. E esta já foi abalada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço, por favor, a intervenção neste caso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;e esclarecimentos a respeito do atendimento que mostrou até agora despreparo, descaso e falta de profissionalismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Infelizmente isso se faz necessário quando o olho do dono não engorda o gado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-3280331229637815622?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/3280331229637815622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=3280331229637815622' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3280331229637815622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3280331229637815622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-consumidor.html' title='O Consumidor'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sq7kgDbAHFI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ac-9lW3BNfo/s72-c/consumidor-verde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-6191007085596868011</id><published>2009-09-11T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T14:15:36.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienal do Livro - Eu não fui, mas meu marido foi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pessoal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Infelizmente não tive a oportunidade de ir ainda (talvez...). Mas meu marido foi e ele sabe relatar uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2009/09/bienal-do-livro.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;visita animada á Bienal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bjos e bom fim de semana!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-6191007085596868011?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/6191007085596868011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=6191007085596868011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6191007085596868011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6191007085596868011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/09/bienal-do-livro-eu-nao-fui-mas-meu.html' title='Bienal do Livro - Eu não fui, mas meu marido foi!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1106164060226785694</id><published>2009-08-29T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:52:53.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta ao Thiago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SpkyffLoz-I/AAAAAAAAASc/1u5NRBiqIRY/s1600-h/Thiago+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SpkyffLoz-I/AAAAAAAAASc/1u5NRBiqIRY/s200/Thiago+11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375383146771042274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um sobrinho.&lt;/div&gt;Esperado e amado desde o momento em que parecia um grão de feijão.&lt;div&gt;Acompanhado e cuidado dentro do ventre de uma amiga especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vendo-o crescer, imaginava, como pode? A Barriga ficará maior que ela!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ela o guardou direitinho e esperou a hora certa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A primeira criança da geração de amigas que estudaram e cresceram juntas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como pode um ser tão pequenino ser tão grandioso ao mesmo mesmo tempo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mágica do nascimento.Minha amiga nunca mais será a mesma pessoa. Será uma pessoa melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje ela terá mais amor pra dar. Ela já está cheia desse amor. E esse não acabará nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já te amo sem ter te visto ainda, menino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bjos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tia Kekel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-1106164060226785694?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1106164060226785694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1106164060226785694' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1106164060226785694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1106164060226785694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/08/carta-ao-thiago.html' title='Carta ao Thiago.'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SpkyffLoz-I/AAAAAAAAASc/1u5NRBiqIRY/s72-c/Thiago+11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1265641645968589653</id><published>2009-08-24T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:56:29.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SpRr8Q9sCxI/AAAAAAAAASU/bWcOrfaukCw/s1600-h/BXK2443_rio-guaiba-porto-alegre800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SpRr8Q9sCxI/AAAAAAAAASU/bWcOrfaukCw/s200/BXK2443_rio-guaiba-porto-alegre800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374038938449873682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bah, guri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capaz que está frio aqui, daí!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Trabalhando em POA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lembrar sempre...Acreditem na garota do tempo. Mesmo que ela esteja coberta de casacos quando diz que o dia será ensolarado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saudades de casa. &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/6476634802000236695-1265641645968589653?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1265641645968589653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1265641645968589653' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1265641645968589653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1265641645968589653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/08/friooooooooooooo.html' title='Friooooooooooooo'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SpRr8Q9sCxI/AAAAAAAAASU/bWcOrfaukCw/s72-c/BXK2443_rio-guaiba-porto-alegre800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-7242707659413854609</id><published>2009-08-11T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:12:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No cafofo do Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Meu sobrinho realmente surpreende...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Veja abaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2009/08/dialogo-e-frase-pulguenta.html"&gt;Diálogo e frase Pulguenta.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;inté&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-7242707659413854609?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/7242707659413854609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=7242707659413854609' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7242707659413854609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7242707659413854609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-cafofo-do-obama.html' title='No cafofo do Obama'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5018858991091306741</id><published>2009-08-02T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T08:20:18.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SnWuWGki4jI/AAAAAAAAASM/ePh3hbNO68Q/s1600-h/dafiini+amecke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SnWuWGki4jI/AAAAAAAAASM/ePh3hbNO68Q/s200/dafiini+amecke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365386225826062898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Minha fé em todas as colheitas do futuro se afirma no presente. E declaro, por muito que se saiba, que poesia é indestrutível."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;                                                                             Pablo Neruda -  De &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Discurso en Chile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-5018858991091306741?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5018858991091306741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5018858991091306741' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5018858991091306741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5018858991091306741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/08/momento-neruda.html' title='Momento Neruda'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SnWuWGki4jI/AAAAAAAAASM/ePh3hbNO68Q/s72-c/dafiini+amecke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-6890173195439305795</id><published>2009-07-19T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:36:15.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Ciclo - Mulheres de Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SmTdWYs5_NI/AAAAAAAAASE/oQRHSfkE2lM/s1600-h/FJ2009_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 428px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SmTdWYs5_NI/AAAAAAAAASE/oQRHSfkE2lM/s200/FJ2009_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360652833135394002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje eu tenho que compartilhar o presente que eu recebi de aniversário. Sem desmerecer todos os presentes que recebi (e foram muitos e lindos). Nada poderia  tocar tão fundo na minha alma. Um cartão. Escrito por amigas de infância que me conhecem, talvez mais do que eu. Segue um trecho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"No último fim de semana fui assistir despretenciosamente, a uma "aula caipira" de dança flamenca. Nuca tinha visto ninguém dançar flamenco. Criei uma certa expectativa, mas não fazia idéia do que assistiria ali.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E não é que tinha criado uma dança bem diferente em meu imaginário?! Sempre associei o flamenco a mulheres densas, tensas, mulheres que sofrem e explodem sua dor com intensidade proporcional à firmeza com que batem os pés, com que marcam o ritmo da sua dança. Mas não. Ao ver a dança de perto, senti muito mais do que isso. Não nego a intensidade de emoçoes que são exploradas nos olhares e gestos das bailarinas. Mas vi a paixão, o Pathos grego.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A insanidade da paixão. A sensualidade. O desejo. E naquele instante, música, dança e cores se transformaram diante de mim em poesia. Vi as mulheres de Pablo Neruda. Era como se eu estivesse lendo um de seus poemas de amor. E de vida. Neruda fez isso melhor do que ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Via na postura de uma lindíssima mulher, todas as mulheres de Neruda: um misto de delicadeza com que girava suas mãos e firmeza com que marcava o ritmo da sua dança. Kelly estava linda...Uma linda mulher, uma lindíssima amiga...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tive a certeza que se Neruda ali estivesse, cantaria á Kelly..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo as poesias de Pablo Neruda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei o livro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presente de um Poeta&lt;/span&gt; (Pablo Neruda ) de minhas queridas amigas Ana e Tati .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ana conseguiu enxergar algo de mais íntimo que existe em minha alma, que é a dança. E não simplesmente a forma como esta dança se retrata, mas entendeu a minha relação com ela. E enxergou os sentimentos mais profundos de uma das coisas que mais amo fazer na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fico feliz por estar começando mais um ciclo de vida. Cheio de possibilidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vou escrever de verde esse próximo ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assim como Neruda escrevia suas poesias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Agora me parece &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;que o homem não está só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Em suas mãos elaborou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;como se fora um duro pão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;a esperança, a terrestre esperança."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-6890173195439305795?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/6890173195439305795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=6890173195439305795' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6890173195439305795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6890173195439305795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/07/novo-ciclo-mulheres-de-neruda.html' title='Novo Ciclo - Mulheres de Neruda'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SmTdWYs5_NI/AAAAAAAAASE/oQRHSfkE2lM/s72-c/FJ2009_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8497736250213460394</id><published>2009-07-03T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:12:16.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérola do dia - Inteligenciando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sk5YB8SHWMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JkmPF1q0s4w/s1600-h/pensar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sk5YB8SHWMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JkmPF1q0s4w/s200/pensar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354313797375318210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liguei para a casa da minha mãe e o meu sobrinho atendeu:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S- Alô?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T- Oi meu querido td bem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S- Beleza?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T- Tá fazendo o que?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S- Inteligenciando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T- Como assim? Inteligenciando?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S- Ué? Fazendo um teste de inteligência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T - ... Ah tá?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S - Olha só, vc vai no site www.blablabla.com e faz. Se tiver alguma dificuldade me liga que eu te ajudo, tá?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu pensei...em que mundo estamos? Ele só tem 7 anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T- OK, meu amor. Vou tentar de casa. Se precisar de ajuda eu te ligo. Bjos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desliguei o telefone sem saber se ria ou se chorava...rsrsr &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-8497736250213460394?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8497736250213460394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8497736250213460394' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8497736250213460394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8497736250213460394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/07/perola-do-dia-inteligenciando.html' title='Pérola do dia - Inteligenciando'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sk5YB8SHWMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JkmPF1q0s4w/s72-c/pensar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-7057688162525962364</id><published>2009-07-02T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:24:56.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARRAIÁ VAMONO POR ALLI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SkzRPS72kKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EyrV7sHU3co/s1600-h/ARRAI%C3%81+VAMONO+POR+ALLI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SkzRPS72kKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EyrV7sHU3co/s200/ARRAI%C3%81+VAMONO+POR+ALLI.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353884117747798178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SkzPwOOZaYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/4ZaWgbIyWiU/s1600-h/ARRAI%C3%81+VAMONO+POR+ALLI.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-7057688162525962364?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/7057688162525962364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=7057688162525962364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7057688162525962364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7057688162525962364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/07/arraia-vamono-por-alli.html' title='ARRAIÁ VAMONO POR ALLI'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SkzRPS72kKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/EyrV7sHU3co/s72-c/ARRAI%C3%81+VAMONO+POR+ALLI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5654984294288082339</id><published>2009-06-24T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:14:06.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhecer outonal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SkLc2Q272iI/AAAAAAAAAMs/O275xFNtxhk/s1600-h/amanhecer_outonal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SkLc2Q272iI/AAAAAAAAAMs/O275xFNtxhk/s200/amanhecer_outonal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351082132065999394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0pt 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;“Hoje levantei cedo pensando no que tenho a fazer antes que o relógio marque meia noite. É minha função escolher que tipo de dia vou ter hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Posso reclamar porque está chovendo ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agradecer às águas por lavarem a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poluição&lt;/span&gt;. Posso ficar triste por não ter dinheiro ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me sentir encorajado para administrar minhas finanças, evitando o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desperdício.&lt;/span&gt; Posso reclamar sobre minha saúde ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dar graças por estar vivo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Posso me queixar dos meus pais por não terem me dado tudo o que eu queria ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;posso ser grato por ter nascido.&lt;/span&gt; Posso reclamar por ter que ir trabalhar ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agradecer por ter trabalho&lt;/span&gt;. Posso sentir tédio com o trabalho doméstico ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agradecer a Deus por ter um teto para morar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Posso lamentar decepções com amigos ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me entusiasmar com a possibilidade de fazer novas amizades.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se as coisas não saíram como planejei posso ficar feliz por ter hoje para recomeçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0pt 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;O dia está na minha frente esperando para ser o que eu quiser. E aqui estou eu, o escultor que pode dar forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; Tudo depende só de mim.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background: white none repeat scroll 0pt 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Charles Chaplin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-5654984294288082339?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5654984294288082339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5654984294288082339' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5654984294288082339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5654984294288082339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/06/amanhecer-outonal.html' title='Amanhecer outonal'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SkLc2Q272iI/AAAAAAAAAMs/O275xFNtxhk/s72-c/amanhecer_outonal1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-4139738341571174922</id><published>2009-06-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:10:17.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sucesso II</title><content type='html'>Acabei de ler o livro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a uma única conclusão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sucesso está nas coisas simples da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Felicidade é toda noite bem dormida e um amanhecer sorridente com uma gama de possibilidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sucesso é ser feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-4139738341571174922?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/4139738341571174922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=4139738341571174922' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4139738341571174922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4139738341571174922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-sucesso-ii.html' title='O Sucesso II'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-6556364457915645013</id><published>2009-06-14T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T07:08:42.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SjUCvaUX7TI/AAAAAAAAALk/iCCqziCBGgI/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SjUCvaUX7TI/AAAAAAAAALk/iCCqziCBGgI/s200/flor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347183146114215218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto&lt;br /&gt;a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos&lt;br /&gt;é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e abraçá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;br /&gt;Seja o que você quer ser,&lt;br /&gt;porque você possui apenas uma vida&lt;br /&gt;e nela só se tem uma chance&lt;br /&gt;de fazer aquilo que se quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;br /&gt;Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;br /&gt;E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais felizes&lt;br /&gt;não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor&lt;br /&gt;das oportunidades que aparecem&lt;br /&gt;em seus caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem&lt;br /&gt;a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                               Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seu sorriso e seu olhar doce estarão gravados no meu coração pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sua fé me fez acreditar que algo maior nos guarda e nos protege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adorava te ver maquiada. Sempre linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E aprendi que o amor não tem idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Te abraçarei em meus sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-6556364457915645013?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/6556364457915645013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=6556364457915645013' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6556364457915645013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6556364457915645013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha-momentos.html' title='Há Momentos'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SjUCvaUX7TI/AAAAAAAAALk/iCCqziCBGgI/s72-c/flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2914833337782621360</id><published>2009-06-11T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:33:02.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bicicleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SjF3zCTU29I/AAAAAAAAALU/nY8njaj7Fbo/s1600-h/bicicleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SjF3zCTU29I/AAAAAAAAALU/nY8njaj7Fbo/s320/bicicleta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346185951340452818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se aprende a andar de bicicleta é lhe dito:&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;br /&gt;- Isso você nunca vai esquecer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que é verdade???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, durante um passeio prazeirozo e bucólico, experimentei ser criança de novo. Não só por causa da bicicleta, mas por compartilha isso com minhas amigas de infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a brisa no rosto, olhar pra trás e ver a Ana Creatina zigue-zagueando foi muito bom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase atropelei o Homem do Saco de Supermercado. Mas num rompante, consegui driblá-lo, além dos pedestres que caminhavam felizes até ver a Ana Creatina"pilotando".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rsrsrsr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não foi melhor porque depois de 5 minutos começou a chover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taty Toda Pura se saiu mto bem. O próximo desafio é o patins..rsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meninos, as usual, falando que têm insônia ás 4:00 da manhã (lenda urbana).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom...pedalar é mto bom!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que vou comprar uma bicicleta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SjF39q3PWuI/AAAAAAAAALc/dblAgukFJik/s1600-h/bicicleta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SjF39q3PWuI/AAAAAAAAALc/dblAgukFJik/s320/bicicleta2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346186134027197154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2914833337782621360?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2914833337782621360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2914833337782621360' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2914833337782621360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2914833337782621360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/06/bicicleta.html' title='A Bicicleta'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SjF3zCTU29I/AAAAAAAAALU/nY8njaj7Fbo/s72-c/bicicleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1141655456769187277</id><published>2009-06-04T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:23:40.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucesso</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu ganhei um livro que veio no dia certo. Fala sobre espiritualidade e sucesso. Não exatamente sucesso profissional. Mas sucesso como êxito de fato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não comecei a ler. Mas estou curiosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O que for a profundeza do teu ser, assim será teu desejo.&lt;br /&gt;O que for teu desejo, assim será tua vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Oque for a tua vontade, assim serão teus atos.&lt;br /&gt;O que forem teus atos, assim será teu destino."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     - Brihadaranyaka Upanishad IV,4.5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-1141655456769187277?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1141655456769187277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1141655456769187277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1141655456769187277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1141655456769187277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/06/sucesso.html' title='Sucesso'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5629203688955508232</id><published>2009-06-03T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:11:41.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva a comunidade Nerd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SicDBE4JKKI/AAAAAAAAALM/huq22isc_c8/s1600-h/100_1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SicDBE4JKKI/AAAAAAAAALM/huq22isc_c8/s320/100_1615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343242799922358434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu dei muita sorte!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje o post é só um link para o &lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-nerd-de-hoje.html"&gt;blog do Sr. Confitê&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-5629203688955508232?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5629203688955508232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5629203688955508232' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5629203688955508232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5629203688955508232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/06/viva-comunidade-nerd.html' title='Viva a comunidade Nerd!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SicDBE4JKKI/AAAAAAAAALM/huq22isc_c8/s72-c/100_1615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-3137759125486493562</id><published>2009-05-19T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:01:52.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não pare de escrever!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/ShKq3s-_fTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/oVIqg_wxd-g/s1600-h/escrevendo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/ShKq3s-_fTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/oVIqg_wxd-g/s320/escrevendo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337516382332353842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas que tem "o Dom" para certas atividades. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu certamente ainda não descobri a minha. rsrsrsrsrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ontem eu ouvi certa pessoa falar. Pra quem eu escrevo? Ninguém lê...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Veja bem... não é bem assim. A pergunta não é pra quem e sim porquê? Pra quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando se escreve se compartilha conhecimento, por mais bobo que pareça. E esse texto pode tornar a vida de alguém mais feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então escrevi isso tudo somente para fazer um pedido: Não pare de escrever. O mundo é mais colorido ou sai de azul ao vermelho rapidamente quando vc escreve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Namastê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-3137759125486493562?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/3137759125486493562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=3137759125486493562' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3137759125486493562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3137759125486493562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-pare-de-escrever.html' title='Não pare de escrever!!!!!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/ShKq3s-_fTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/oVIqg_wxd-g/s72-c/escrevendo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-3075871933359798612</id><published>2009-05-10T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:34:47.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida não pára!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SgcP9gmFy9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/I-0kzWuJ0QM/s1600-h/100_2136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SgcP9gmFy9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/I-0kzWuJ0QM/s320/100_2136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334249833039776722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de calma&lt;br /&gt;Até quando o corpo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de alma&lt;br /&gt;A vida não pára...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Acelera e pede pressa&lt;br /&gt;Eu me recuso faço hora&lt;br /&gt;Vou na valsa&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão rara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Espera a cura do mal&lt;br /&gt;E a loucura finge&lt;br /&gt;Que isso tudo é normal&lt;br /&gt;Eu finjo ter paciência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo vai girando&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais veloz&lt;br /&gt;A gente espera do mundo&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo espera de nós&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de paciência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe falta prá perceber?&lt;br /&gt;Será que temos esse tempo&lt;br /&gt;Prá perder?&lt;br /&gt;E quem quer saber?&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão rara&lt;br /&gt;Tão rara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de calma&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando o corpo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de alma&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, a vida não pára&lt;br /&gt;A vida não pára não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe falta prá perceber?&lt;br /&gt;Será que temos esse tempo&lt;br /&gt;Prá perder?&lt;br /&gt;E quem quer saber?&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão rara&lt;br /&gt;Tão rara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando tudo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de calma&lt;br /&gt;Até quando o corpo pede&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de alma&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, a vida não pára&lt;br /&gt;A vida não pára não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não pára!...&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão rara!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mais uma do Lenine..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-3075871933359798612?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/3075871933359798612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=3075871933359798612' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3075871933359798612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3075871933359798612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-nao-para.html' title='A vida não pára!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SgcP9gmFy9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/I-0kzWuJ0QM/s72-c/100_2136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-7191214055616054196</id><published>2009-05-03T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:09:00.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mover Primeiro para último</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sfz9LMDrUhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hZSopg6qXmA/s1600-h/032909215656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sfz9LMDrUhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hZSopg6qXmA/s320/032909215656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331414427556860434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estava pensando no dia em que eu ia postar essa figura aqui. Achei esse papel durante a minha mudança no ano passado e não quis me desfazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso nada mas é do que um algoritmo de uma liguagem de programação de computador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a estória desse papel é muito melhor. Ele representa uma das melhores e mais torturantes fases da minha  vida. Acho que  quarto ano de faculdade. Onde tudo que mais importava era como passar numa matéria chamada "Protocolos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver essa figura me dá um certo saudosismo. Mas ao mesmo tempo me faz lembrar que ás vezes é apropriado Mover primeiro para último. Troca de prioridades. Valores adequados para as prioridades na vida. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia que um dia isso ia me valer de algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Créditos a Sra Bellita. A Fonte é dela, mas a figura é da xerox adquirida num momento de consulta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bons tempos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-7191214055616054196?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/7191214055616054196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=7191214055616054196' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7191214055616054196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7191214055616054196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/05/mover-primeiro-para-ultimo.html' title='Mover Primeiro para último'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sfz9LMDrUhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hZSopg6qXmA/s72-c/032909215656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-3304225980903289420</id><published>2009-04-30T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:14:21.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra você!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sfj5zK0m58I/AAAAAAAAAKk/NEyRydiYpVw/s1600-h/convite_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sfj5zK0m58I/AAAAAAAAAKk/NEyRydiYpVw/s320/convite_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330284816466634690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você eu dou o meu melhor sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que acontece quando eu estou lendo seu blog. Ou aquele que surge quando eu somente o observo dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você eu faço a minha melhor receita.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que não existe medida certa. Mas que sacia fome, mesmo sendo torradinhas com manteiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você eu visto a minha melhor roupa.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que não tem cor definida. Pois pra vc pouco importa. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra você eu dou minha melhor pirueta.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que você se surpreende sempre. Mesmo sabendo que eu sempre sou capaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pra você eu darei os melhores anos da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqueles em que serão os melhores porque você estará ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-3304225980903289420?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/3304225980903289420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=3304225980903289420' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3304225980903289420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3304225980903289420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/04/pra-voce.html' title='Pra você!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sfj5zK0m58I/AAAAAAAAAKk/NEyRydiYpVw/s72-c/convite_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5450568517931492690</id><published>2009-04-29T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:50:25.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cabana II - O fim de uma estória sem fim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sfj1xutL8UI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aDhRbV2O3WY/s1600-h/a+cabana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sfj1xutL8UI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aDhRbV2O3WY/s320/a+cabana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330280393692934466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de ler "A Cabana".&lt;br /&gt;O livro poderia se chamar "Meu encontro comigo...Ou com Deus"&lt;br /&gt;É um livro questionador. Questionador da  fé e certezas.&lt;br /&gt;Um livro que foge de estereótipos, de preconceitos e de estórias mirabolantes.&lt;br /&gt;É simples. Fala de coisas básicas para o espírito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdão, Fé e Amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leiam. Vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas preparem-se, vocês acabarão de ler o livro com mais perguntas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-5450568517931492690?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5450568517931492690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5450568517931492690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5450568517931492690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5450568517931492690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/04/cabana-ii-o-fim-de-uma-estoria-sem-fim.html' title='A Cabana II - O fim de uma estória sem fim.'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sfj1xutL8UI/AAAAAAAAAKc/aDhRbV2O3WY/s72-c/a+cabana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-3224767879797918990</id><published>2009-04-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:17:26.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cabana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SeymjzvXRBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Zfq2gYdqZy8/s1600-h/cabana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SeymjzvXRBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Zfq2gYdqZy8/s320/cabana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326815593386951698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre muito bom ler um livro.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou acabando de ler o livro "A Cabana".  É engraçado como as estórias chegam sem você pedir e acabam chegando na hora certa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estava precisando muito de algo que me emocionasse e ler a cabana me emociona. Te faz pensar na fé, na existência e principalmente em Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu querido marido escreveu um post muito bom &lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2009/02/cabana.html"&gt;sobre o livro&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim. Eu roubei o livro dele. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale a pena!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-3224767879797918990?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/3224767879797918990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=3224767879797918990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3224767879797918990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3224767879797918990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/04/cabana.html' title='A Cabana'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SeymjzvXRBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Zfq2gYdqZy8/s72-c/cabana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5357101619955524050</id><published>2009-04-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T09:24:34.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Águas Vivas</title><content type='html'>"Eu vou tentar captar o instante já.&lt;br /&gt;Que de tão fugitivo não é mais.&lt;br /&gt;Porque tornou-se um novo instante já.&lt;br /&gt;Que também não é mais.&lt;br /&gt;Cada coisa tem o instante em que ela é.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero apossar-me do &lt;strong&gt;é&lt;/strong&gt; da coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um pouco de medo. Medo ainda de me entregar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois o próximo instante é desconhecido".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Clarisse Lispector&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       Trecho do livro "Águas Vivas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homenagem à uma grande amiga que é mais uma ariana genial!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-5357101619955524050?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5357101619955524050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5357101619955524050' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5357101619955524050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5357101619955524050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/04/aguas-vivas.html' title='Águas Vivas'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8535439238751378832</id><published>2009-04-01T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:02:52.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou Phoebes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/ScvwAdMVtPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2S4z5GGdDwQ/s1600-h/phoebee-maillist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/ScvwAdMVtPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2S4z5GGdDwQ/s320/phoebee-maillist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317607675668051186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem já assistiu ao Seriado "Friends" sabe de quem estou falando. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque mas estou me sentindo meio Phoebes nessa semana. E sabe? Não é ruim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela é meio sem critério e sem censura, além de ser completamente surreal. Acho que somente duas pessoas, quer dizer 3, ganhariam o troféu de desconexão da realidade. rsrsrsrsr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu cantaria smelly cat num karaokê!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-8535439238751378832?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8535439238751378832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8535439238751378832' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8535439238751378832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8535439238751378832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/04/estou-phoebes.html' title='Estou Phoebes'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/ScvwAdMVtPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2S4z5GGdDwQ/s72-c/phoebee-maillist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1282264691128176267</id><published>2009-04-01T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:04:27.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El miedo del miedo que da</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 16pt; letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; height: auto; "&gt;miedo&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="sz" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 16pt; letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; height: auto; "&gt;lenine&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p id="cmp" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;Composição: Pedro Guerra/Lenine/Robney Assis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 150%; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Tienen miedo del amor y no saber amar&lt;br /&gt;Tienen miedo de la sombra y miedo de la luz&lt;br /&gt;Tienen miedo de pedir y miedo de callar&lt;br /&gt;Miedo que da miedo del miedo que da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienen miedo de subir y miedo de bajar&lt;br /&gt;Tienen miedo de la noche y miedo del azul&lt;br /&gt;Tienen miedo de escupir y miedo de aguantar&lt;br /&gt;Miedo que da miedo del miedo que da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una sombra que el temor no esquiva&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una trampa que atrapó al amor&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es la palanca que apagó la vida&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una grieta que agrandó el dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de gente e de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo da vida e medo de morrer&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de ficar e medo de escapulir&lt;br /&gt;Medo que dá medo do medo que dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de acender e medo de apagar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de esperar e medo de partir&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de correr e medo de cair&lt;br /&gt;Medo que dá medo do medo que dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma linha que separa o mundo&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma casa aonde ninguém vai&lt;br /&gt;O medo é como um laço que se aperta em nós&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma força que não me deixa andar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienen miedo de reir y miedo de llorar&lt;br /&gt;Tienen miedo de encontrarse y miedo de no ser&lt;br /&gt;Tienen miedo de decir y miedo de escuchar&lt;br /&gt;Miedo que da miedo del miedo que da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de parar e medo de avançar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de amarrar e medo de quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de exigir e medo de deixar&lt;br /&gt;Medo que dá medo do medo que dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma sombra que o temor não desvia&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma armadilha que pegou o amor&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma chave, que apagou a vida&lt;br /&gt;O medo é uma brecha que fez crescer a dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una raya que separa el mundo&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una casa donde nadie va&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es como un lazo que se apierta en nudo&lt;br /&gt;El miedo es una fuerza que me impide andar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo de olhar no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Medo de dobrar a esquina&lt;br /&gt;Medo de ficar no escuro&lt;br /&gt;De passar em branco, de cruzar a linha&lt;br /&gt;Medo de se achar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;De perder a rédea, a pose e o prumo&lt;br /&gt;Medo de pedir arrego, medo de vagar sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo estampado na cara ou escondido no porão&lt;br /&gt;O medo circulando nas veias&lt;br /&gt;Ou em rota de colisão&lt;br /&gt;O medo é do Deus ou do demo&lt;br /&gt;É ordem ou é confusão&lt;br /&gt;O medo é medonho, o medo domina&lt;br /&gt;O medo é a medida da indecisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo de fechar a cara&lt;br /&gt;Medo de encarar&lt;br /&gt;Medo de calar a boca&lt;br /&gt;Medo de escutar&lt;br /&gt;Medo de passar a perna&lt;br /&gt;Medo de cair&lt;br /&gt;Medo de fazer de conta&lt;br /&gt;Medo de dormir&lt;br /&gt;Medo de se arrepender&lt;br /&gt;Medo de deixar por fazer&lt;br /&gt;Medo de se amargurar pelo que não se fez&lt;br /&gt;Medo de perder a vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo de fugir da raia na hora H&lt;br /&gt;Medo de morrer na praia depois de beber o mar&lt;br /&gt;Medo... que dá medo do medo que dá&lt;br /&gt;Medo... que dá medo do medo que dá&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-1282264691128176267?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1282264691128176267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1282264691128176267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1282264691128176267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1282264691128176267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-miedo-del-miedo-que-da.html' title='El miedo del miedo que da'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-248591344301139512</id><published>2009-03-27T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:34:47.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmen Ruth - A Ariana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sczj8eT2hTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/o3aqL-tNDDI/s1600-h/mulher-maravilha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sczj8eT2hTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/o3aqL-tNDDI/s320/mulher-maravilha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317875888085697842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que seria de mim se não fosse a Carmen?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te diria...nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi ela quem me deu o primeiro olhar de amor na vida. Com seus olhos também azuis esverdeados e seus cabelos negros. Linda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sempre a achei parecida com a atriz de "A mulher maravilha".  E no fundo é isso mesmo que ela é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu herdei as melhores características dela (físicas e emocionais).  E isso foi bom por um lado..rsrsrsrsrs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho sua boca carnuda, seus olhos e sua doçura. Mas tenho também sua birra de menina (que chega a ser até engraçado) e sua gana pela família.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Profissional excelente e como eu mesma ouvi na semana passada: " a sua mãe é acolhedora".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela traz para debaixo da asa, mas também deixa voar! Quando é necessário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carmen é forte, determinada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruth é meiga, acolhedora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mãe querida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No seu aniversário quero te desejar tudo de mais lindo na sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aprendo muito com você, todos os dias. Você e Papai são meu porto Seguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só tenho a agradecer a Deus por ter tido a sorte de ser sua filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo, Mulher Maravilha!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-248591344301139512?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/248591344301139512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=248591344301139512' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/248591344301139512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/248591344301139512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/03/carmen-ruth-ariana.html' title='Carmen Ruth - A Ariana'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sczj8eT2hTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/o3aqL-tNDDI/s72-c/mulher-maravilha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-6248080544590058956</id><published>2009-03-22T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:09:17.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow motion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/ScaL_lwRrwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bDFDKHiZKb4/s1600-h/img_neca_tmnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/ScaL_lwRrwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bDFDKHiZKb4/s320/img_neca_tmnt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316090334740066050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando vc além da pausa, passa o filme bem devagar????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se atentando para todos os detalhes contidos na cena....Isso se chama momento de reflexão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar para trás e ver exatamente aquilo que é feito em um segundo durar 1 minuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma sensação meio de super-heróis (será que tem hífen?). Influência recente dos watchmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô entendendo que fazer isso com a nossa vida tb é bom.Olhe para a frente e tente dividir tudo o que vc faria em 5 minutos em 30 minutos. É um exercício. Difícil para pessoas que vivem além do seu tempo como eu..rsrsrsrsr. Mas é um exercício continuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu simplesmente namorava o meu marido, falava muito pra ele, vamos aproveitar os momentos de inércia. Isso!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa rolar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tô deixando rolar...tudo sem compromissos, sem cobranças. Além da PAUSA. Ir mais devagar faz bem a saúde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento me vem à mente a música da carruagem de fogo. Pâ Pâ Pâ PÃ PÂ pâ... e por aí vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo de coelhos hoje eu quero ser tartaruga ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namastê!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-6248080544590058956?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/6248080544590058956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=6248080544590058956' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6248080544590058956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6248080544590058956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/03/slow-motion.html' title='Slow motion.'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/ScaL_lwRrwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bDFDKHiZKb4/s72-c/img_neca_tmnt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-6633773789078854740</id><published>2009-03-17T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:26:47.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OS DOMINGOS PRECISAM DE FERIADOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sb_cwo5rUfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/psS0XIKm90c/s1600-h/pause.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sb_cwo5rUfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/psS0XIKm90c/s320/pause.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314208813491638770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-family:'Century Gothic';"&gt;OS DOMINGOS PRECISAM DE FERIADOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Toda sexta-feira à noite começa o shabat para a tradição judaica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Shabat é o conceito que propõe descanso ao final do ciclo semanal de produção, inspirado no descanso divino, no sétimo dia da Criação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Muito além de uma proposta trabalhista, entendemos a pausa como fundamental para a saúde de tudo o que é vivo. A noite é pausa, o inverno é pausa, mesmo a morte é pausa. Onde não há pausa, a vida lentamente se extingue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Para um mundo no qual funcionar 24 horas por dia parece não ser suficiente, onde o meio ambiente e a terra imploram por uma folga, onde nós mesmos não suportamos mais a falta de tempo, descansar se torna uma necessidade do planeta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Hoje, o tempo de 'pausa' é preenchido por diversão e alienação. Lazer não é feito de descanso, mas de ocupações 'para não nos ocuparmos'. A própria palavra entretenimento indica o desejo de não parar. E a incapacidade de parar é uma forma de depressão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;O mundo está deprimido e a indústria do entretenimento cresce nessas condições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Nossas cidades se parecem cada vez mais com a Disneylândia. Longas filas para aproveitar experiências pouco interativas. Fim de dia com gosto de vazio. Um divertido que não é nem bom nem ruim. Dia pronto para ser esquecido, não fossem as fotos e a memória de uma expectativa frustrada que ninguém revela para não dar o gostinho ao próximo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Entramos no milênio num mundo que é um grande shopping. A Internet e a televisão não dormem. Não há mais insônia solitária; solitário é quem dorme. As bolsas do Ocidente e do Oriente se revezam fazendo do ganhar e perder, das informações e dos rumores, atividade incessante. A CNN inventou um tempo linear que só pode parar no fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Mas as paradas estão por toda a caminhada e por todo o processo. Sem acostamento, a vida parece fluir mais rápida e eficiente, mas ao custo fóbico de uma paisagem que passa. O futuro é tão rápido que se confunde com o presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;As montanhas estão com olheiras, os rios precisam de um bom banho, as cidades de uma cochilada, o mar de umas férias, o domingo de um feriado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Nossos namorados querem 'ficar', trocando o 'ser' pelo 'estar'. Saímos da escravidão do século XIX para o leasing do século XXI - um dia seremos nossos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Quem tem tempo não é sério, quem não tem tempo é importante. Nunca fizemos tanto e realizamos tão pouco. Nunca tantos fizeram tanto por tão poucos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Parar não é interromper. Muitas vezes continuar é que é uma interrupção. O dia de não trabalhar não é o dia de se distrair -&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;literalmente, ficar desatento. É um dia de atenção, de ser atencioso consigo e com sua vida. A pergunta que as pessoas se fazem no descanso é 'o que vamos fazer hoje?' - já marcada pela ansiedade. E sonhamos com uma longevidade de 120 anos, quando não sabemos o que fazer numa tarde de Domingo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Quem ganha tempo, por definição, perde. Quem mata tempo, fere-se mortalmente. É este o grande 'radical livre' que envelhece nossa alegria  - o sonho de fazer do tempo uma mercadoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Em tempos de novo milênio, vamos resgatar coisas que são milenares. A pausa é que traz a surpresa e não o que vem depois. A pausa é que dá sentido à caminhada. A prática espiritual deste milênio será viver as pausas. Não haverá maior sábio do que aquele que souber quando algo terminou e quando algo vai começar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Afinal, por que o Criador descansou?  Talvez porque, mais difícil do que iniciar um processo do nada, seja dá-lo como concluído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Gautami;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"   style="font-style: italic; font-family:Gautami;color:navy;"&gt;Rabino Nilton Bonder, da Congregação Judaica do Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Texto enviado por um grande amigo do trabalho. Sábio, não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-6633773789078854740?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/6633773789078854740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=6633773789078854740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6633773789078854740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6633773789078854740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/03/os-domingos-precisam-de-feriados.html' title='OS DOMINGOS PRECISAM DE FERIADOS'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sb_cwo5rUfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/psS0XIKm90c/s72-c/pause.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-4914598415855027554</id><published>2009-03-06T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:12:50.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fûmiga Atônita I- A SSP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SbHWuBBUeII/AAAAAAAAAJk/Giag6oXgB4c/s1600-h/Formiga+At%C3%B4mica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SbHWuBBUeII/AAAAAAAAAJk/Giag6oXgB4c/s320/Formiga+At%C3%B4mica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310261521682823298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para contar a estória da fûmiga atônita é preciso, primeiramente , contar a estória da SSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSP, para quem não sabe, é a sigla de Síndrome do Saco de Pilha. Sim...e o que significa essa síndrome? Síndrome é um conjunto de fatores que caracteriza uma determinada patologia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa síndrome já havia sido pesquisada por grandes nomes, mas em vão. Pois nunca havia sido descoberta nenhuma forma de manifestação concreta. Somente se sabia que ela existia, pois rastros eram deixados por pessoas que possuiam essa síndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois então... Foi numa viagem comum, de férias, onde a sua manifestação se mostrou acentuada e finalmente identificada e catalogada como a SSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um jovem casal de namorados viajava de ônibus executivo para o litoral fluminense argentino, localizado na região dos lagos. A menina, tranquila, levava um diskman e uma maçã para não enjoar. O rapaz levava na sua mochila de 30 litros, sacos de ruffles, biscoito recheado, todynho quente, diskman (mto melhor que o da menina, é claro!) e no fundo da sua mochila havia um saco plástico do Extra com as famigeradas 20 pilhas recarregáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma viagem curta, aproximadamente 2h30. Mas durante esse trajeto, as pilhas do diskman masculino foram trocadas 374 vezes. Sim, caro leitor...e eram pilhas recarregaveis, gostaria de relembrar. O diálogo eramais ou menos o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FA(fûmiga atônita)- vc quer rufles?&lt;br /&gt;MA(minina) - não obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanta do banco, pega mochila. Abre mochila, tira roupas nos sacos do extra, tira todinho quente, tira biscoito recheado. Acha ruffles. Volta com todas as tralhas para a mochila. Guarda mochila. Come ruffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutos depois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FA - Hummmm. Preciso trocas as pilhas.&lt;br /&gt;MA- hã? - quase dormindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanta do banco, pega mochila. Abre mochila, tira roupas nos sacos do extra, tira todynho quente, tira biscoito recheado. Acha ruffles. Procura saco de pilhas. Mexe, mexe, mexe. Combina as pilhas, verifica a ordem das pilhas. NÃO SE PODE MISTURAR.Volta com todas as tralhas para a mochila. Guarda mochila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutos depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FA - Quer todynho????&lt;br /&gt;MA- hã?????? - quase dormindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanta do banco, pega mochila. Abre mochila, tira roupas nos sacos do extra,  tira biscoito recheado, tira ruffles. Mexe no saco de pilhas. Acha Todynho.Volta com todas as tralhas para a mochila. Inclusive o Todynho quente.Guarda mochila. E pergunta: o que eu queria pegar mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim foi...até chegar no paraíso argentino em plenas terras fluminenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí surgiu a personificação da SSP. Onde os fatores são: necessidade de fazer algo repetitivo, colocar em lugar bem escondido que é para não achar mesmo e esquecer  o que queria fazer. Ah, tem que ter alguém para irritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois o mais importante é mexer no saco de pilhas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-4914598415855027554?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/4914598415855027554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=4914598415855027554' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4914598415855027554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/4914598415855027554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/03/fumiga-atonita-i-ssp.html' title='Fûmiga Atônita I- A SSP'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SbHWuBBUeII/AAAAAAAAAJk/Giag6oXgB4c/s72-c/Formiga+At%C3%B4mica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-3290635515056896029</id><published>2009-02-28T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:28:24.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não guarde pra vc!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SalYEa4PKFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/maxqRWPgq_4/s1600-h/fllor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SalYEa4PKFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/maxqRWPgq_4/s320/fllor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307870468790757458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caramba, faz muito tempo que não escrevo nada aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque tudo estivessse bem encaminhado. Ou eu estivesse tão ocupada com outras coisas, que esqueci dos meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, não sei se a maioria das pessoas que gostam de escrever são assim &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Pessoas que gostam de escrever nem sempre são ESCRITORES, diga-se de passagem)&lt;/span&gt;. Só escrevem quando a inspiração é o sofrimento ou amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu conheço um cara que não é assim. E talvez por isso o blog dele esteja bombando. Ele é simplesmente espectador das situações . E como tudo que acontece com ele é surreal é inevitável não se matar de rir dos posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade eu comecei a escrever no blog por que eu precisava desabafar. Falar ao vento simplesmente. Sem intenção de agradar. Li um blog de uma pessoa muito bacana de Brasília, que estava passando exatamente pelo o que eu passei quando fiz obra no meu apto. Eu via nos posts dela exatamente o que eu estava sentindo. Então pensei, não gardarei só pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritarei em CAIXA ALTA a minha insatisfação e adicionarei figuras bonitinhas, quando o meu sorriso não couber na boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O blog tem uma função impressionante.  É bom ler o que os outros sentem. Existem identificações . E os sentimentos, quando bem escritos, transbordam da tela e atingem fundo na alma de quem lê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado estressada, ansiosa e impaciente. E com dor no órgão mais visível pra mim, atualmente. O estroombo. Geralmente não gosto de escrever quando estou assim. Mas hoje eu precisava GRITAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6476634802000236695-3290635515056896029?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/3290635515056896029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=3290635515056896029' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3290635515056896029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3290635515056896029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-guarde-pra-vc.html' title='Não guarde pra vc!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SalYEa4PKFI/AAAAAAAAAJU/maxqRWPgq_4/s72-c/fllor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8735304018856818181</id><published>2009-01-27T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:37:39.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olé! 7,8 ,9 y 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SX8p1DZHxpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/f5cLdbPu5Og/s320/inmaortega.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295997678231471762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritmo frenético de curso de Sr. Inma Ortega nessa semana... Muito bom!&lt;div&gt;Meio aos ticatatá e tariritá eu sobrevivi... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É impressionante a doação e dedicação dessa grande maestra. Toda a atenção do mundo. A todos iguais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mão, um braço, um pulso...vcs já conseguiram ver quantos movimentos fracionados é possível fazer em 1 segundo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SX8p1IekKWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UJtiCqBOMJY/s320/DSC_3423.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 270px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295997679596480866" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segue um link para o vídeo do ensaio do show que acontecerá hoje e amanhã aqui no Rio:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oglobo.globo.com/cultura/rioshow/video/2009/10116/"&gt;http://oglobo.globo.com/cultura/rioshow/video/2009/10116/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vale!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-8735304018856818181?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8735304018856818181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8735304018856818181' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8735304018856818181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8735304018856818181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/01/ole-78-9-y-10.html' title='Olé! 7,8 ,9 y 10'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SX8p1DZHxpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/f5cLdbPu5Og/s72-c/inmaortega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-9009541007574126682</id><published>2009-01-21T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:40:13.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias de 6 dias?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SXeHXNqOf4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/44JxpU9jVZ8/s1600-h/fairy02-large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SXeHXNqOf4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/44JxpU9jVZ8/s320/fairy02-large.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293848719870820226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Tudo pode parecer um caos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Pois quando eu ando sem destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Só você me traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; De volta segurando a minha mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; E agora pode me levar no colo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Feito uma criança, num filme de assombração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Não posso encostar os pés no chão&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirei uns dias pra descansar do furacão em que se transformou a minha vida. Na verdade é uma questão de dedicação. Quero me dedicar à minha pele!!!! rsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Em dias chuvosos, shopping.&lt;br /&gt;- Em dias ensolarados, praia ou lagoa.&lt;br /&gt;- Almoço com amigas.&lt;br /&gt;- Aula de Flamenco TODOS  os dias.&lt;br /&gt;- Cabelo, unhas e afins...rsrsrsr&lt;br /&gt;- Chopppinho do fim de semana sem hora pra acabar. : )&lt;br /&gt;- Ouvir música!!!! Aliás, lembrei de um albúm do grupo LUXÚRIA...Mto bom!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-9009541007574126682?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/9009541007574126682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=9009541007574126682' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/9009541007574126682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/9009541007574126682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/01/frias-de-6-dias.html' title='Férias de 6 dias?????'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SXeHXNqOf4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/44JxpU9jVZ8/s72-c/fairy02-large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1058408690477350103</id><published>2009-01-14T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:25:42.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show de flamenco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SW4RkfK0ooI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MdU3YUXXhs8/s1600-h/Filipeta+Virtual+Show+Inma+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SW4RkfK0ooI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MdU3YUXXhs8/s320/Filipeta+Virtual+Show+Inma+2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291185930746765954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-1058408690477350103?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1058408690477350103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1058408690477350103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1058408690477350103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1058408690477350103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/01/show-de-flamenco.html' title='Show de flamenco'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SW4RkfK0ooI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MdU3YUXXhs8/s72-c/Filipeta+Virtual+Show+Inma+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-7819180784005716474</id><published>2009-01-12T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:29:58.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sdqd-Tyyw5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/QwXVqsKERX4/s1600-h/hq_capa_lulu_prev2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321739603482428306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sdqd-Tyyw5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/QwXVqsKERX4/s320/hq_capa_lulu_prev2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cara, como é legal reencontrar amigos, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tantas novidades..tantas conquistas de pessoas queridas. A vida é uma roda. Tuda na vida retorna, dá voltas. Ensina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigos distantes, amigos de perto , amigos dos amigos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clube da Luluzinha!!! Isso é bom demais!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trocar receitas, fofocar, relembrar velhos tempos, ouvir, trocar experiências...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou num momento Mulherzinha. De muitos encontros. De muita Felicidade. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ter amigos é ter riqueza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-7819180784005716474?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/7819180784005716474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=7819180784005716474' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7819180784005716474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7819180784005716474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/01/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/Sdqd-Tyyw5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/QwXVqsKERX4/s72-c/hq_capa_lulu_prev2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8550644970120265347</id><published>2009-01-01T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:30:42.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Desejo primeiro que você ame,&lt;br /&gt;E que amando, também seja amado.&lt;br /&gt;E que se não for, seja breve em esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;E que esquecendo, não guarde mágoa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desejo, pois, que não seja assim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas se for, saiba ser sem desesperar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desejo também que tenha amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo maus e inconseqüentes,&lt;br /&gt;Sejam corajosos e fiéis,&lt;br /&gt;E que pelo menos num deles&lt;br /&gt;Você possa confiar sem duvidar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E porque a vida é assim,&lt;br /&gt;Desejo ainda que você tenha inimigos.&lt;br /&gt;Nem muitos, nem poucos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas na medida exata para que, algumas vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Você se interpele a respeito&lt;br /&gt;De suas próprias certezas.&lt;br /&gt;E que entre eles, haja pelo menos um que seja justo,&lt;br /&gt;Para que você não se sinta demasiado seguro.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo depois que você seja útil,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mas não insubstituível.&lt;br /&gt;E que nos maus momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Quando não restar mais nada,&lt;br /&gt;Essa utilidade seja suficiente para manter você de pé.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desejo ainda que você seja tolerante,&lt;br /&gt;Não com os que erram pouco, porque isso é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;Mas com os que erram muito e irremediavelmente,&lt;br /&gt;E que fazendo bom uso dessa tolerância,&lt;br /&gt;Você sirva de exemplo aos outros.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desejo que você, sendo jovem,&lt;br /&gt;Não amadureça depressa demais,&lt;br /&gt;E que sendo maduro, não insista em rejuvenescer&lt;br /&gt;E que sendo velho, não se dedique ao desespero.&lt;br /&gt;Porque cada idade tem o seu prazer e a sua dor&lt;br /&gt;É preciso deixar que eles escorram por entre nós.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desejo por sinal que você seja triste,&lt;br /&gt;Não o ano todo, mas apenas um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que nesse dia descubra&lt;br /&gt;Que o riso diário é bom,&lt;br /&gt;O riso habitual é insosso e o riso constante é insano.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desejo que você descubra,&lt;br /&gt;Com o máximo de urgência,&lt;br /&gt;Acima e a respeito de tudo, que existem oprimidos,&lt;br /&gt;Injustiçados e infelizes, e que estão à sua volta.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desejo ainda que você afague um gato,&lt;br /&gt;Alimente um cuco e ouça o joão-de-barro&lt;br /&gt;Erguer triunfante o seu canto matinal&lt;br /&gt;Porque, assim, você se sentirá bem por nada.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desejo também que você plante uma semente,&lt;br /&gt;Por mais minúscula que seja,&lt;br /&gt;E acompanhe o seu crescimento,&lt;br /&gt;Para que você saiba de quantas&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vidas é feita uma  &lt;a href="http://mesquita.blog.br/poesia-desejo-vitor-hugo#" onclick="hwClick6500587440765(155080409);return false;" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted; color: rgb(31, 33, 255); text-decoration: underline;" onmouseover="hw6500587440765(event, this, '155080409'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" onmouseout="hideMaybe(event, this); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " oncontextmenu="return false;"&gt;árvore&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desejo, outrossim, que você tenha dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;Porque é preciso ser prático.&lt;br /&gt;E que pelo menos uma vez por ano&lt;br /&gt;Coloque um pouco dele&lt;br /&gt;Na sua frente e diga “Isso é meu”,&lt;br /&gt;Só para que fique bem claro quem é o dono de quem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desejo também que nenhum de seus afetos morra,&lt;br /&gt;Por ele e por você,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que se morrer, você possa chorar&lt;br /&gt;Sem se lamentar e sofrer sem se culpar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Desejo por fim que você sendo homem,&lt;br /&gt;Tenha uma boa mulher,&lt;br /&gt;E que sendo mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Tenha um bom homem&lt;br /&gt;E que se amem hoje, amanhã e nos dias seguintes,&lt;br /&gt;E quando estiverem exaustos e sorridentes,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda haja amor para recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo isso acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mais nada a te desejar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);"&gt;Victor Hugo - França&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SVzFQagz05I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3OnpG0AEuMY/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SVzFQagz05I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3OnpG0AEuMY/s320/DSC00062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286316948411634578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-8550644970120265347?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8550644970120265347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8550644970120265347' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8550644970120265347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8550644970120265347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2009/01/desejo.html' title='Desejo!!!!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SVzFQagz05I/AAAAAAAAAIc/3OnpG0AEuMY/s72-c/DSC00062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-7008265563453382320</id><published>2008-12-24T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T06:02:35.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benção de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SVJA5VKR_sI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jKYNBmEFtc4/s1600-h/natal-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SVJA5VKR_sI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jKYNBmEFtc4/s320/natal-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283356666536001218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia pedir várias coisas comercializadas em lojas nesse Natal. Mas sinceramente não preciso de nada que se pague. Os meus desejos são impagáveis. O valor do meu desejo é incomensurávellllll. Os meus desejos são materiais, mas só pq eles existem de verdade.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nesse Natal eu gostaria que Papai Noel me presentiasse muito com os presentes abaixo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Saúde (para todos nós)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Muitos beijos do meu marido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sorrisos e abraços dos meus sobrinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Carinho protetor dos meus pais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Presença caloroso da minha família (avós, sogrinhos, tios, primos e afins...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Companhia divertida das minhas irmãs e cunhados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Alegria dos meus amigos ( lista infinitamente longa, que cresce a cada dia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Paciência &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Memória - esse tá complicado, na verdade acho que preciso de uma agenda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- resiliência- rsrsrs - palavra mto usada nesse ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejo a todos um Ótimo Natal e que seus desejos impagáveis também sejam realizados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que Deus abençôe a todos nós!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FELIZ  NATAL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-7008265563453382320?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/7008265563453382320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=7008265563453382320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7008265563453382320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/7008265563453382320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/12/beno-de-natal.html' title='Benção de Natal'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SVJA5VKR_sI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jKYNBmEFtc4/s72-c/natal-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2700494269166532598</id><published>2008-12-19T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:10:05.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mudança - Parte I</title><content type='html'>Simmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Como falei, já nos mudamos. Mas ainda estamos vivendo meio ao caos das caixas cheias e vazias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O processo foi demorado...Mas pelo menos correu tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso citar como mais engraçado nessa mudança, o episódio em que  meu marido levou suas revistinhas (Revistinhas não. Desculpem... comic books) num carrinho de feira. Praticamente uma heresia levar algo tão precioso num simples carrinho de feira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TV, o sofá , a mesa e qq outra coisa para casa não seria tão importante quanto as preciosas revistinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá certo, entendo que são importantes, agora mais importante que o nosso albúm de casamento, que foi uma das últimas coisas a sair da casa véia..não é posssível. Sim é possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SUw2gaBA0kI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IO32hKl6R7U/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SUw2gaBA0kI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IO32hKl6R7U/s320/DSC01161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281656393366032962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Observem o cuidado com que elas são ensacadas...eu disse ensacadas, caro leitor. UMA a UMA e todas agrupadas em outro saquinho milimetricamente ajustado com esse próposito. Ah, elas ainda são separadas por um papelão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS: elas não têm lugar para ficar na casa nova. Logo estão em caixas cheias.&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/6476634802000236695-2700494269166532598?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2700494269166532598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2700494269166532598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2700494269166532598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2700494269166532598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/12/mudana-parte-i.html' title='A Mudança - Parte I'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SUw2gaBA0kI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IO32hKl6R7U/s72-c/DSC01161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-360288235817509316</id><published>2008-12-15T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:49:34.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frodo</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho um sobrinho lindo!!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as estórias dele são incríveis. Como boa tia babona que sou segue uma das estórias no blog alheio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bjins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-360288235817509316?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/360288235817509316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=360288235817509316' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/360288235817509316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/360288235817509316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/12/frodo.html' title='Frodo'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5403770667787583600</id><published>2008-12-09T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:46:56.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva aos velhinhos Tijucanos!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SUbP3QH4YNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_B-qUpKeCRo/s1600-h/velhinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SUbP3QH4YNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_B-qUpKeCRo/s320/velhinhos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280136161266262226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho aprendido esses dias, que o amor pode ser expresso de várias formas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É muito bom quando vejo um casal apaixonado. Mas é mais bonito ainda quando vejo um casal apaixonado de velhinhos tijucanos. Eles vão ao mercado, à pracinha e sem se incomodar com os furtos que acontecem logo ali...É engraçado, porque quando estou no meio da praça, eu seguro a bolsa como se todos meus euros estivessem nas bolsinhas de moeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles são felizes. Vão juntos tirar sangue no Sérgio Franco...Conhecem todos na rua:do jornaleiro ao sem teto do itaú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse é o bom do casamento. Companheirismo. É implicar, mas se preocupar, reclamar, mas rir das chatices. É amar apesar de...é clichê. Mas é a mais pura verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha vontade é um dia ser uma velhinha tijucana ou não, com meu velhinho, reclamão e esquecido. Mas meu velhinho, comprando Nutella no mercado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-5403770667787583600?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5403770667787583600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5403770667787583600' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5403770667787583600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5403770667787583600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/12/viva-aos-velhinhos-tijucanos.html' title='Viva aos velhinhos Tijucanos!!!!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SUbP3QH4YNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_B-qUpKeCRo/s72-c/velhinhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1212445532206348918</id><published>2008-12-01T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:17:42.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não há lugar como o nosso LAR!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/STRUIlHV6uI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kBR0BIqAUXY/s1600-h/magico+de+oz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/STRUIlHV6uI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kBR0BIqAUXY/s320/magico+de+oz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274933569936288482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos...Já estou morando na casinha!!!!!&lt;div&gt;Sim. Já dormi 2 noites no meu apê novinho em folha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim. ele está desarrumadaçoooooooooo. Cheio de caixas e coisas espalhadas pela casa. Mas é meuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.  O processo de mudança foi um pouco complicado e ainda existem coisas nossas no apê antigo. Mas, agora está tudo melhor!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em breve fotos dessa mudança incrível para o outro lado da rua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6476634802000236695-1212445532206348918?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1212445532206348918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1212445532206348918' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1212445532206348918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1212445532206348918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-h-lugar-como-o-nosso-lar.html' title='Não há lugar como o nosso LAR!!!!!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/STRUIlHV6uI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kBR0BIqAUXY/s72-c/magico+de+oz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5164980606347876215</id><published>2008-11-23T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:37:59.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei quantas almas tenho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSmiePeFbxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cx6WRs9pZMM/s1600-h/ariel_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSmiePeFbxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cx6WRs9pZMM/s320/ariel_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271923479246368530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não sei quantas almas tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento mudei.&lt;br /&gt;Continuamente me estranho.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me vi nem achei.&lt;br /&gt;De tanto ser, só tenho alma.&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem alma não tem calma.&lt;br /&gt;Quem vê é só o que vê,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sente não é quem é,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atento ao que sou e vejo,&lt;br /&gt;Torno-me eles e não eu.&lt;br /&gt;Cada meu sonho ou desejo&lt;br /&gt;É do que nasce e não meu.&lt;br /&gt;Sou minha própria paisagem,&lt;br /&gt;Assisto à minha passagem,&lt;br /&gt;Diverso, móbil e só,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei sentir-me onde estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, alheio, vou lendo&lt;br /&gt;Como páginas, meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;O que segue não prevendo,&lt;br /&gt;O que passou a esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Noto à margem do que li&lt;br /&gt;O que julguei que senti.&lt;br /&gt;Releio e digo: &lt;&lt;fui&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus sabe, porque o escreveu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/fui&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-5164980606347876215?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5164980606347876215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5164980606347876215' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5164980606347876215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5164980606347876215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-sei-quantas-almas-tenho_23.html' title='Não sei quantas almas tenho'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSmiePeFbxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cx6WRs9pZMM/s72-c/ariel_22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8549850468954614108</id><published>2008-11-19T15:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:51:59.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casinha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSSpqQ1-QzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3u5wUebHT-I/s1600-h/IMG079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSSpqQ1-QzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3u5wUebHT-I/s320/IMG079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270524007471268658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSSpBt_a0xI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1on_lUiTeJs/s1600-h/IMG095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSSpBt_a0xI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1on_lUiTeJs/s320/IMG095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270523310920880914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSSo5Eep2OI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bj6dXU_8Ln8/s1600-h/IMG097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSSo5Eep2OI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bj6dXU_8Ln8/s320/IMG097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270523162338646242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É gente boa...a casinha tá pronta.&lt;br /&gt;Agora a segunda fase começa: a mudança.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre muita coisa pra arrumar. Sempre muita coisa perdida no passado. Extratos de 2000, matrícula do quinto período da faculdade...essas coisas. rsrsrsrsrs&lt;br /&gt;Feriadão tá chegando e vamos conseguir arrumar tudo. Algumas fotinhos novas pra vcs darem uma olhada na nossa casinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSSpsJ8mVmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zCcP3rkKV7U/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSSpsJ8mVmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zCcP3rkKV7U/s320/DSC01067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270524039979751010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSSpsmje1zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tNAoY3jCBsY/s1600-h/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSSpsmje1zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tNAoY3jCBsY/s320/DSC01123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270524047659030322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só falta mostrar o piso...Isso vai ficar pra próxima. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-8549850468954614108?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8549850468954614108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8549850468954614108' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8549850468954614108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8549850468954614108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/11/casinha.html' title='Casinha!!!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SSSpqQ1-QzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3u5wUebHT-I/s72-c/IMG079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-3242494068561718024</id><published>2008-11-12T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:02:26.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque quando já vem pronto é melhor!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SRuKMiIMSFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CeW_s6PX6nU/s1600-h/boca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SRuKMiIMSFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CeW_s6PX6nU/s320/boca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267956137064155218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post escrito pelo meu marido. Sim, ele escreve...E muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://badipaddress.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-and-back-again.html"&gt;there-and-back-again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-3242494068561718024?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/3242494068561718024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=3242494068561718024' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3242494068561718024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/3242494068561718024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/11/porque-quando-j-vem-pronto-melhor.html' title='Porque quando já vem pronto é melhor!!!!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SRuKMiIMSFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CeW_s6PX6nU/s72-c/boca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2796266022874597786</id><published>2008-11-09T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:32:51.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pq é tão difícil ser competente?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SRjgR8t55MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FGVxwawQuDw/s1600-h/medium_el+grito+de+los+simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SRjgR8t55MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FGVxwawQuDw/s320/medium_el+grito+de+los+simpsons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267206363170858178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava tudo certo para a colocação do piso hoje...Porém, como tudo meu é assim...o cara da loja ligou dizendo que só poderá entregar na terça e colocar sabe Deus que dia. Como pode isso?&lt;br /&gt;Impressionante. A obra já vai ter acabado, adiantamos tudo...para o cara chegar no domingo de noite e falar que nao tem jeito...Como não tem jeito? E depois de toda a confusão do contra-piso.&lt;br /&gt;Sou consumidora!!!! Ninguém vai arcar com os meus prejuízos.&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, faço o meu trabalho muito bem!!!!!Sou uma pessoa competente. Prezo por manter minha palavra e prazos. E pq? Pq o meu nome está em jogo.&lt;br /&gt;A palavra é revolta. Mas enfim, como meu marido mesmo falou, estamos na reta final. Não nos deixemos abater por esse tipo de coisa. Eu sei que ele está certo, racionalmente falando.&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque para uns é tão difícil ser competente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra piorar compramos um ventilador de teto que não tem lâmpada. Obviamente isto não estava escrito na caixa.&lt;br /&gt;ESTOU PRECISANDO DE UM SPIRIT EVOLUÍDO!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2796266022874597786?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2796266022874597786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2796266022874597786' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2796266022874597786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2796266022874597786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/11/pq-to-difcil-ser-competente.html' title='Pq é tão difícil ser competente?'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SRjgR8t55MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/FGVxwawQuDw/s72-c/medium_el+grito+de+los+simpsons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2964747896569294884</id><published>2008-11-07T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:45:38.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vc se lembra da minha voz? Mas os meus cabelos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SRT714cbxXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_6ML_MHDcy8/s1600-h/IMG065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SRT714cbxXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_6ML_MHDcy8/s320/IMG065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266110767406237042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos...é com prazer que vos falo que a mudança vai começar!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;O piso será colocado na segunda e após isso é só atravessar a rua. Na quarta fui ao Apê e é impressionante a mudança. As cores, os acabamentos, a ENERGIA  está outra!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;E tá ficano lindiuuuuuuuuu!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quantas vezes fui a C&amp;amp;C, à Casa Show e à rua da Alfândega procurando lustres.... Mas está valendo a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Olhem a foto e percebam a diferença!!!! Não é feitiçaria é Cácio e companhia!!!(Que trocadilho infame...Cacio é o nome do mestre-de-obras...Que poderia se chamar Renato Aragão do desenho animado. Mas este será outro post...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho até que vou cobrar R$1,00 de cada pessoa que for visitar. O lance tá profissa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse final de semana passarei as tardes encaixotando Helena. O pior mesmo é organizar as coisas do armário. Juro que tenho medo de que ele me engula. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrumação nunca foi meu forte. Por isso, que Deus foi bonzinho comigo e colocou um capricorniano bem organizado na minha vida. Se bem que , depois de 7 anos, acho que ele já pegou um pouquinho do meu jeito bagunceiro..rsrsrsrsrsr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2964747896569294884?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2964747896569294884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2964747896569294884' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2964747896569294884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2964747896569294884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/11/vc-se-lembra-da-minha-voz-mas-os-meus.html' title='Vc se lembra da minha voz? Mas os meus cabelos...'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SRT714cbxXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_6ML_MHDcy8/s72-c/IMG065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1691126596300908405</id><published>2008-11-01T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T05:20:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contra-Relógio: 3,2,1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SQxJcfenXzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/czk8YwY3lcA/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SQxJcfenXzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/czk8YwY3lcA/s320/DSC01010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263662818324340530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contagem regressiva...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos entrar na última semana de obra. Sinceramente eu via esse dia tão longe...Sei que a última semana não será a ÚLTIMA SEMANA de obra, mas é o início do fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O contra-piso deverá ser refeito. Não sei o que o cara usou lá, mas deve ter sido uma areia muito vagabunda...Ninguém merece. Enfim deverá ser refeito. E se der problema depois do piso colocado, vamos ao PROCON. Afinal temos todas as fotos, recibos e afins. E é claro, a loja se responsabiliza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my friend,  Mr Towers, says:  no more complains!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-1691126596300908405?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1691126596300908405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1691126596300908405' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1691126596300908405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1691126596300908405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/11/contra-relgio-321.html' title='Contra-Relógio: 3,2,1!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SQxJcfenXzI/AAAAAAAAAF0/czk8YwY3lcA/s72-c/DSC01010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1338326121775486736</id><published>2008-10-23T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:07:17.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A filha do comendador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SQD_9ymsOII/AAAAAAAAAFs/y_eqnVWDcKs/s1600-h/daddy-girl-blank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SQD_9ymsOII/AAAAAAAAAFs/y_eqnVWDcKs/s320/daddy-girl-blank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260485801789896834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Hoje o post nada tem a ver com obras de construção, mas obras do destino. Obras de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a estória da filha do comendador. Para falar a verdade, a filha do comendador nem sempre foi a filha do comendandor, né? Ela já foi filha do filho do dono da padaria, do ajudante do boteco, do sargento da aeronáutica, do sub-oficial, do tenente e do capitão.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Descobri ontem, que a filha do comendador já foi filha do Grão Mestre (acho que é isso) por 5 minutos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Ontem o capitão recebeu uma medalha. E se tornou comendador. Muito bonita, por sinal. Uma medalha que só os heróis recebem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os heróis, nessa estória, são aqueles que vencem as grandes batalhas da vida. E que são reconhecidos oficialmente pelos comandantes da FORÇA. Mas esses heróis são reconhecidos mais ainda, pelo seu carisma e dedicação a qualquer coisa que façam. Os heróis dessa estória não são feitos de papel, nem de brinquedo. Eles são feitos de coragem, determinação e muita garra. No caso da filha do comendador, o herói tem uma peculiaridade. Ele cultiva um vasto bigode. Ora...típico de um comendador.&lt;br /&gt;A filha do comendador hoje está muito feliz. Feliz por ver seu pai feliz. E pode ter certeza, ela já seria feliz somente por ser filha do seu bigode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns Pai!&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/6476634802000236695-1338326121775486736?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1338326121775486736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1338326121775486736' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1338326121775486736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1338326121775486736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/10/filha-do-comendador.html' title='A filha do comendador'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SQD_9ymsOII/AAAAAAAAAFs/y_eqnVWDcKs/s72-c/daddy-girl-blank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-1016525678109228132</id><published>2008-10-20T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T16:04:01.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que se abram as portas da esperança!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SP0OPRc3VGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bU-VUXA61zk/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SP0OPRc3VGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bU-VUXA61zk/s320/DSC00912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259375595383903330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda. Início da semana e já tantas coisas pra resolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora já estamos na contagem regressiva. Não dá mais pra esperar um mês...Quero minha casa nova!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa semana ainda falta elétrica, emassar, gesso da sala...parece que nunca acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Várias pessoas já me disseram isso. Que obra nunca acaba..E a paciência vai junto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, acabando ou não, em 4 semanas no máximo eu me mudo! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Otimismo!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est fini!Time is up! Tiempo agotado!C'è fini a questo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-1016525678109228132?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/1016525678109228132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=1016525678109228132' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1016525678109228132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/1016525678109228132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/10/que-se-abram-as-portas-da-esperana.html' title='Que se abram as portas da esperança!!!!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SP0OPRc3VGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bU-VUXA61zk/s72-c/DSC00912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-6715771633274385904</id><published>2008-10-18T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:14:48.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salve a Água Benta !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPomPvTkq3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/fm8Oiojm2RY/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPomPvTkq3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/fm8Oiojm2RY/s320/DSC00950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258557566746930034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalização do gesso na cozinha e banheiro. Que maravilha! O gesseiro realmente foi excelente. Cumpriu os prazos e presou pelo capricho. Foi uma semana dura, mas com um resultado bastante positivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armário já iniciado. Pelo visto só faltam as portas. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me surpreendi com o marceneiro, que apesar de enrolado, está fazendo um b0m trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda falta o piso dos quartos e sala, fazer a pintura, arrumar equadrias, blindex do banheiro e colocar as pedras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com o olho gordo do vizinho Zeca Pimenteira, tudo está saindo dentro do previsto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está ficando muito bom!!!! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salve a Água Benta de D. Ana Maria!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPomhUUYq8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/g53bsRs0U_c/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPomhUUYq8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/g53bsRs0U_c/s320/DSC00903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258557868740225986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-6715771633274385904?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/6715771633274385904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=6715771633274385904' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6715771633274385904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/6715771633274385904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/10/salve-gua-benta.html' title='Salve a Água Benta !'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPomPvTkq3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/fm8Oiojm2RY/s72-c/DSC00950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-8927620038715930720</id><published>2008-10-12T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:18:26.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia das crianças!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPKTvn71WsI/AAAAAAAAADw/lSRynUxbFwo/s1600-h/DSC05367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPKTvn71WsI/AAAAAAAAADw/lSRynUxbFwo/s320/DSC05367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256426161477868226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era criança não gostava de ganhar boneca. Pra mim, todo brinquedo tinha que fazer algo muito legal, traduzindo, tinha que ser eletrônico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem comprei um boneco para o meu marido. Sim, ele gosta de brinquedos. Mas são AQUELES brinquedos que só podem ser comprados por adultos e para adultos, pois na mão da criança nao duraria 5 minutos. rsrsrsr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos , sem brincadeia, bem umas 2 horas tentando montar e desmontar o Megatron dos Transformers. E eu estava crente que ele fazia a transformação automaticamente... (mania de brinquedo eletrônico). Meu marido adorou. Eu fiquei decepcionada...rsrsrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mínimo o boneco tinha que dar 2 piruetas e cair transformado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, o boneco fala e acende luz...(que coisa, né)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, estou mais feliz  com a minha casinha de boneca, que estou contruindo com tanto carinho!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-8927620038715930720?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/8927620038715930720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=8927620038715930720' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8927620038715930720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/8927620038715930720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/10/dia-das-crianas.html' title='Dia das crianças!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPKTvn71WsI/AAAAAAAAADw/lSRynUxbFwo/s72-c/DSC05367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2981624531905696659</id><published>2008-10-11T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:20:07.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não pise no contrapiso!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPDvwcRUElI/AAAAAAAAADg/_PwX5yuQ-M0/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPDvwcRUElI/AAAAAAAAADg/_PwX5yuQ-M0/s320/DSC00873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255964380642939474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma visita á nova casa dos "Dominguez Costa Braga".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saldo da semana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Contrapiso iniciado - : )&lt;br /&gt;- Mármore Furou - : (&lt;br /&gt;- Marceneiro Furou - : (&lt;br /&gt;- Piso da copa feito - : )&lt;br /&gt;- Paredes emassadas - : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a próxima semana:&lt;br /&gt;- Finalização do contrapiso - previsto para segunda&lt;br /&gt;- Entrega dos mármores - até sexta  (nobody deserves) - com os cheques já descontados...&lt;br /&gt;- Entrega do ármário do quarto - até sexta (nobody deserves)&lt;br /&gt;- Início do gesso - previsto para segunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom isso é quase tudo o que sei...e novamente estarei alone nessa semana. NC estará em sampa procurando sua ilha desconhecida e ministrando mais um curso de OEM. Esse é o cara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2981624531905696659?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2981624531905696659/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2981624531905696659' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2981624531905696659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2981624531905696659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-pise-no-contrapiso.html' title='Não pise no contrapiso!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPDvwcRUElI/AAAAAAAAADg/_PwX5yuQ-M0/s72-c/DSC00873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-2971691743912035014</id><published>2008-10-11T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:18:01.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Conto da Ilha Desconhecida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPDtw36DzOI/AAAAAAAAADY/f7W1xyG38xc/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPDtw36DzOI/AAAAAAAAADY/f7W1xyG38xc/s320/DSC00239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255962189038341346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estava de férias ganhei um livro de uma grande amiga de infância.  O livro se chama "O conto da Ilha desconhecida" de José Saramago.  É um livro curtinho, mas de um conteúdo precioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou dizer do que se trata a estória, pois vale a pena ler. Mas posso falar que devemos dar atenção á todas as portas que se abrem nas nossas vidas. E mais do que isso, todos nós temos uma ilha desconhecida a buscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei! Obrigada Ana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse post é pra vc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-2971691743912035014?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/2971691743912035014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=2971691743912035014' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2971691743912035014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/2971691743912035014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-conto-da-ilha-desconhecida.html' title='O Conto da Ilha Desconhecida'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SPDtw36DzOI/AAAAAAAAADY/f7W1xyG38xc/s72-c/DSC00239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476634802000236695.post-5443456722658186215</id><published>2008-10-07T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:13:44.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resiliência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SOv5_q71BiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N_m1aX98Kkg/s1600-h/BAMBU%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SOv5_q71BiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N_m1aX98Kkg/s320/BAMBU%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254568262510118434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lí uma reportagem na semana passada sobre o BOOM da psicologia atual para pessoas estressadas. A palavra de ordem é Resiliência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como a minha mãe falou (e ela sabe das coisas!!!!!) nós temos que ser como o bambu, que enverga mas volta ao seu estado original. Às vezes nos sentimos oprimidos, estressados (Meu mundo caiu..rsrsrsr) e nesse momento só isso aparece.  Devemos sim, ver o valor verdadeiro das coisas em nossas vidas. O que importa e o que não vale a pena levar pra cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho aplicado isso no meu dia a dia. Na obra então, nem se fala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o meu marido falou que o marceneiro não foi. E vc deu satisfação? Não e muito menos o marceneiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saco ter que cobrar né? Fazer o quê? Ligamos, reclamamos e acertamos outra data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom que ele apareça. Caso contrário quero ver eleperguntar "E o bambu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=7Nkvvo4RvGw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inté&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476634802000236695-5443456722658186215?l=putzgrillla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/feeds/5443456722658186215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6476634802000236695&amp;postID=5443456722658186215' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5443456722658186215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476634802000236695/posts/default/5443456722658186215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putzgrillla.blogspot.com/2008/10/resilincia.html' title='Resiliência'/><author><name>Sra. Confitê</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06640123619929894936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/THsX9IxCP2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rqxIHsybtSk/S220/Putzgrillla.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TEmiULoAbrw/SOv5_q71BiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/N_m1aX98Kkg/s72-c/BAMBU%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
