<?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-3010052229787008972</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:44:23.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Veritas Marina</title><subtitle type='html'>"Lembre-se sempre do poder das palavras. Quem escreve constrói um castelo, e quem lê passa a habitá-lo."
Silvana Duboc</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-8067741498107239792</id><published>2008-05-08T22:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:13:13.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre histórias de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/SCOvVm5PHxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1KjB_CuUJ5I/s1600-h/velhinhos[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198191180668411666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/SCOvVm5PHxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1KjB_CuUJ5I/s200/velhinhos%5B1%5D.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amores marcam&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes amores passam&lt;br /&gt;Porém alguns amores só crescem&lt;br /&gt;Passam os minutos, as horas, os dias e até os anos&lt;br /&gt;E esses amores só fazem crescer, enraizar e se espalhar pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;São esses os verdadeiros amores que fazem história&lt;br /&gt;Amor feito por mulheres que sabem ser amigas, mães, irmãs, amantes, enfim, heroínas&lt;br /&gt;É por amores assim que o mundo anseia&lt;br /&gt;E é muito bom ver que esses amores, apesar da loucura cotidiana da vida, continuam a existir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010052229787008972-8067741498107239792?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8067741498107239792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=8067741498107239792' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/8067741498107239792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/8067741498107239792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/05/sobre-histrias-de-amor.html' title='Sobre histórias de amor'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/SCOvVm5PHxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/1KjB_CuUJ5I/s72-c/velhinhos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-946077792420724825</id><published>2008-04-16T20:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:39:14.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanto tempo, tanta falta</title><content type='html'>O tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;A falta não passa&lt;br /&gt;E quanto mais tempo, mais falta&lt;br /&gt;Você é a falta do tempo em minha vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010052229787008972-946077792420724825?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/946077792420724825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=946077792420724825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/946077792420724825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/946077792420724825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/04/tanto-tempo-tanta-falta.html' title='Tanto tempo, tanta falta'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-1281650874824931491</id><published>2008-03-18T22:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:17:27.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R-G7B3h6JqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8wf1LbD4bXc/s1600-h/dor_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179626687213217442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R-G7B3h6JqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8wf1LbD4bXc/s200/dor_1.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faltam-me palavras pra descrever esse sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Saudades&lt;br /&gt;Do desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Existe explicação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010052229787008972-1281650874824931491?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1281650874824931491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=1281650874824931491' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/1281650874824931491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/1281650874824931491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/03/falta.html' title='Falta'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R-G7B3h6JqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8wf1LbD4bXc/s72-c/dor_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-3190999788352816252</id><published>2008-03-10T20:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:49:30.242-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A explicação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R9XIcm-D75I/AAAAAAAAAEY/l921kagK6II/s1600-h/question.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176263740554997650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R9XIcm-D75I/AAAAAAAAAEY/l921kagK6II/s200/question.gif" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talvez esse texto aí de baixo possa parecer "estranho" à primeira vista, por isso darei uma breve explicação.&lt;br /&gt;O cérebro humano tem dois hemisférios, que são imagens especulares um do outro e embora os dois hemisférios trabalhem de maneira conjunta e complementar, existem diferenças no que se refere ao processamento dos vários tipos de estímulos sensoriais.&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente o hemisfério direito é predominante para o processamento de informações não verbais (faces, formas geométricas, figuras espaciais e música), este pode ser considerado “sintetizador” enquanto que o hemisfério esquerdo é o dominante para o processamento de estímulos que tem uma conotação lingüística (letras, palavras, fonemas, números). O hemisfério esquerdo também está relacionado à seriação proporcional dos movimentos, envolvendo uma coordenação seqüencial e analítica de estímulos, podendo ser este hemisfério considerado “analisador".&lt;br /&gt;Será que deu pra perceber que sou uma pessoa que está "virada do lado avesso"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010052229787008972-3190999788352816252?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3190999788352816252/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=3190999788352816252' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/3190999788352816252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/3190999788352816252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/03/explicao.html' title='A explicação'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R9XIcm-D75I/AAAAAAAAAEY/l921kagK6II/s72-c/question.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-3667121880755736955</id><published>2008-03-10T20:01:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:56:12.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é direito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R9c4FW-D78I/AAAAAAAAAEs/H4F7WusGGag/s1600-h/LEFTRIGHTBRAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176667961402060738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R9c4FW-D78I/AAAAAAAAAEs/H4F7WusGGag/s400/LEFTRIGHTBRAIN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R9c3e2-D77I/AAAAAAAAAEk/7pvwxtM9Jsk/s1600-h/LEFTRIGHTBRAIN.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R9XH7m-D74I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Uw5DNO3Yw2U/s1600-h/leftrightbrain_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dizem que um lado do cérebro domina&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo que em mim domina o que é direito&lt;br /&gt;Seja do lado esquerdo ou do direito&lt;br /&gt;Se eu conto conto do lado direito&lt;br /&gt;Se eu canto canto do lado esquerdo&lt;br /&gt;Se me contam uma piada escuto do lado direito e se rio o faço com o lado esquerdo&lt;br /&gt;Se me arrisco uso o lado esquerdo e ao andar na linha uso o lado direito&lt;br /&gt;Se eu te chamo vc vem com o lado esquerdo, se fosse eu, iria com o direito&lt;br /&gt;Se simplesmente sou não sou de lado algum&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou direita, sendo esquerda ou não&lt;br /&gt;E continuo assim, um paradoxo em mim&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/3010052229787008972-3667121880755736955?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3667121880755736955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=3667121880755736955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-7150022973619761890</id><published>2008-03-04T17:18:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:53:51.021-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os sentidos e a saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R822gfZ-hPI/AAAAAAAAADg/cCmVFFTGZWE/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173992216221091058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R822gfZ-hPI/AAAAAAAAADg/cCmVFFTGZWE/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; início me travesti em sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para depois me despir deles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro me despi do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tato&lt;/span&gt;, para não mais sentir o firme toque das mãos alheias em minha cintura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se seguiu a perda da visão, para não vê-lo passar por mim quando outras o acompanhavam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me libertei da gustação e da oportunidade de sentir aquele sabor de folhas frescas que emanava da boca dele a cada vez que nos beijávamos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E logo em seguida me despi da audição, para me esquecer da melodia de sua voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim me libertei do mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;díficil&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olfato&lt;/span&gt;, que fazia o cheiro dele me perseguir por onde eu fosse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora só posso me travesti em uma coisa, a saudade&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/3010052229787008972-7150022973619761890?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7150022973619761890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=7150022973619761890' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/7150022973619761890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/7150022973619761890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/03/dos-sentidos.html' title='Os sentidos e a saudade'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R822gfZ-hPI/AAAAAAAAADg/cCmVFFTGZWE/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-9190403191468943069</id><published>2008-03-01T22:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:45:31.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra você, só pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R-Gzfnh6JpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K6TovOLiYBM/s1600-h/pes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179618402221303442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R-Gzfnh6JpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K6TovOLiYBM/s200/pes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;volta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;retorna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me dá a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me leva por aquele caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tão conhecido caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mas que, por mais que eu tente, não consigo trilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;por que será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;essa palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que me impede de trilhar o melhor dos caminhos&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/3010052229787008972-9190403191468943069?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/9190403191468943069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=9190403191468943069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/9190403191468943069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/9190403191468943069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/03/pra-voc-s-pra-voc.html' title='Pra você, só pra você'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R-Gzfnh6JpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/K6TovOLiYBM/s72-c/pes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-3913804254753506463</id><published>2008-03-01T22:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:27:02.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorânica</title><content type='html'>Seria a ignorância uma bênção?&lt;br /&gt;Ou uma praga?&lt;br /&gt;Aceito e quero opiniões...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010052229787008972-3913804254753506463?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3913804254753506463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=3913804254753506463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/3913804254753506463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/3913804254753506463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/03/ignornica.html' title='Ignorânica'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-3906820009810971283</id><published>2008-02-23T00:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:05:24.045-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansaço que inebria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R825RvZ-hQI/AAAAAAAAADo/BWBHMtC5ah0/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173995261352903938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R825RvZ-hQI/AAAAAAAAADo/BWBHMtC5ah0/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O cansaço me deixa feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado?&lt;br /&gt;Estranho?&lt;br /&gt;Diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, mas quando me canso sei que estou viva, e como é bom me sentir viva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010052229787008972-3906820009810971283?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3906820009810971283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=3906820009810971283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/3906820009810971283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/3906820009810971283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/02/cansao-que-inebria.html' title='Cansaço que inebria'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R825RvZ-hQI/AAAAAAAAADo/BWBHMtC5ah0/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-6139118335606356395</id><published>2008-02-17T02:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:13:51.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Horário de verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R7fBv0rxXTI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q69PYiLABzg/s1600-h/LUA-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167812124771179826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R7fBv0rxXTI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q69PYiLABzg/s200/LUA-12.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora a noite não tem mais a cara e o brilho do dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ver a lua no escuro da noite, tornou-se, novamente, o meu presente diário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010052229787008972-6139118335606356395?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/6139118335606356395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=6139118335606356395' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/6139118335606356395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/6139118335606356395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/02/horrio-de-vero.html' title='Horário de verão'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R7fBv0rxXTI/AAAAAAAAADY/Q69PYiLABzg/s72-c/LUA-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-1697001827884365075</id><published>2008-02-12T21:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:43:58.935-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lambança e diversão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R7IvHErxXSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jie_7GR3VnQ/s1600-h/0732585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166243521110301986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="129" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R7IvHErxXSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jie_7GR3VnQ/s200/0732585.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorvete de creme, Maria Luísa, eu, piscina, chup chup de groselha, batatinha e catchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eis aí uma grande combinação&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/3010052229787008972-1697001827884365075?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/1697001827884365075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=1697001827884365075' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/1697001827884365075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/1697001827884365075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/02/lambana-e-diverso.html' title='Lambança e diversão'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R7IvHErxXSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jie_7GR3VnQ/s72-c/0732585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-7590734109118549573</id><published>2008-02-10T14:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T14:26:12.332-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que (me) apaixona</title><content type='html'>"Palavras ao vento&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt; que me deixam "sem lenço nem documento"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010052229787008972-7590734109118549573?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/7590734109118549573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=7590734109118549573' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/7590734109118549573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/7590734109118549573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-que-me-apaixona.html' title='Do que (me) apaixona'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-2515750330324932596</id><published>2008-02-08T08:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:53:00.632-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do que surpreende</title><content type='html'>Sou um paradoxo em mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010052229787008972-2515750330324932596?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/2515750330324932596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=2515750330324932596' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/2515750330324932596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/2515750330324932596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-que-surpreende.html' title='Do que surpreende'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-5722655229658192372</id><published>2008-02-07T23:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T08:51:59.566-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta à vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Os minutos passam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As horas passam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Os dias passam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E assim passam também os meses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O Natal passou e com ele os votos de Feliz Ano Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O carnaval se foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E recomeçar a vida torna-se cada vez mais díficil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Queria eu não ter chorado no Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ter pulado mais ondas ao deixar 2007 pra traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Queria eu ter pulado muitos carnavais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Só gosto de pensar que ano que vem tem mais e posso fazer tudo diferente&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/3010052229787008972-5722655229658192372?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/5722655229658192372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=5722655229658192372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/5722655229658192372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/5722655229658192372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-volta-vida.html' title='De volta à vida'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-8598821343736219439</id><published>2008-01-28T16:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:19:53.947-02:00</updated><title type='text'>As (sem) contradições do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R56NEpGBDrI/AAAAAAAAACY/kbd094vmvUI/s1600-h/casal-maos-dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160717333903249074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="107" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R56NEpGBDrI/AAAAAAAAACY/kbd094vmvUI/s200/casal-maos-dadas.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chora pra depois sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Desassossega pra mais tarde sossegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enche de temor pra logo mais desfazer da dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tira o juízo e o torna a seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mata de prazer pra logo ressucitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vai embora dizendo que não mais voltará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E no final das contas de novo ali está&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/3010052229787008972-8598821343736219439?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8598821343736219439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=8598821343736219439' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/8598821343736219439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/8598821343736219439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-sem-contradies-do-amor.html' title='As (sem) contradições do amor'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R56NEpGBDrI/AAAAAAAAACY/kbd094vmvUI/s72-c/casal-maos-dadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-8783699035182303008</id><published>2008-01-27T00:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:15:32.723-02:00</updated><title type='text'>An american day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R5vt1pGBDnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VRqemGph8ss/s1600-h/hamburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159979303902973554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R5vt1pGBDnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VRqemGph8ss/s200/hamburger.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O “relógio suíço” desperta, me levanto da minha “cama caixa”, visto meu “agasalho adidas treinamento”, calço o meu tênis “nike correndo” pego as chaves do meu “Honda Cívica” e vou para a academia praticar meu “pulo”. Faço ginástica ouvindo a música “último beijo” da banda “Geléia de Pérolas” no meu “tocador de música 3”. Depois de “último beijo” vem a música “cidade das luzes cegantes” cantada por “Boa Voz”. Acabo o exercício, tomo um “chá gelado” depois uma ducha e me dirijo para o trabalho. Quando chego ao trabalho descubro que teremos uma reunião. Durante a reunião recebo um vídeo no meu “rótulo preto” através do dispositivo “dente azul”. O vídeo era de um desfile das “Anjos” da marca “Segredos de Victoria”. Acaba a reunião e já é hora do almoço. Assisto ao vídeo enquanto espero a fila andar no “Rei do Hambúrguer”. Com o vídeo tenho umas idéias para uma nova campanha publicitária no trabalho, já que o desfile é de “roupa de baixo” e a nova conta da empresa é também de “roupa de baixo”. Chega a minha vez de fazer o pedido e escolho uma um sanduíche “Grande Rei”, um “chá gelado” para beber e “anéis de cebola” como acompanhamento para o sanduíche. Após o almoço volto para o trabalho e uso o programa “poder do ponto” no meu “volta topo” para criar algumas coisas. O “janelas vista” resolve travar, mas de todo jeito já está na hora de sair do trabalho. No caminho para casa o “rótulo preto” toca e é um amigo do “mestre em administração de negócios” me convidando para uma “hora feliz” em algum bar da cidade. Tomamos umas doses de uísque “rótulo vermelho” com “clube refrigerante”. Depois da “hora feliz” fomos para um “clube noturno” que tocava “música mundial”. Dançamos um pouco, conversamos sobre um jogo de beisebol que passou ontem na tv. O time vencedor ganhou o jogo na quinta “entrada” quando o batedor fez uma “corrida para casa”. O papo acabou, a gente se cansou. Resolvemos ir embora. Pagamos a conta com o “cartão mestre” e levei o meu amigo até o seu “Ford fusão” e combinamos uma “caminhada” para o dia seguinte à tarde. Fui pra casa, troquei de roupa, escovei os dentes com minha Oral-B “ação cruzada vitalizadora” e terminei o dia no mesmo lugar em que comecei, a minha “cama caixa”.&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/3010052229787008972-8783699035182303008?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/8783699035182303008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=8783699035182303008' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/8783699035182303008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/8783699035182303008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/01/american-day_26.html' title='An american day'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R5vt1pGBDnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VRqemGph8ss/s72-c/hamburger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-3288703367258625294</id><published>2008-01-27T00:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:14:37.550-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia americano</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R5vrvJGBDmI/AAAAAAAAABw/s3bpS7hKghc/s1600-h/Logo%202x1.25"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159976993210568290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R5vrvJGBDmI/AAAAAAAAABw/s3bpS7hKghc/s320/Logo%25202x1.25" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O swatch desperta, me levanto da minha cama box, visto meu trainning adidas, calço o meu tênis nike running pego as chaves do meu Honda Civic e vou para a academia praticar meu jump. Faço ginástica ouvindo a música Last Kiss da banda Pearl Jam no meu mp3 player. Depois de Last Kiss vem a música City of Blinding Lights cantada por Bono Vox. Acabo o exercício, tomo um iced tea, depois uma ducha e me dirijo para o trabalho. Quando chego ao trabalho descubro que teremos uma reunião. Durante a reunião recebo um vídeo no meu Black Label através do dispositivo Bluetooth. O vídeo era de um desfile das Angels da marca Victoria’s Secret. Acaba a reunião e já é hora do almoço. Assisto ao vídeo enquanto espero a fila andar no Burger King. Com o vídeo tenho umas idéias para uma nova campanha publicitária no trabalho, já que o desfile é de underwear e a nova conta da empresa é também de underwear. Chega a minha vez de fazer o pedido e escolho uma um sanduíche Big King, um iced tea para beber e onion rings como acompanhamento para o sanduíche. Após o almoço volto para o trabalho e uso o programa Power Point no meu lap top para criar algumas coisas. O Windows Vista resolve travar, mas de todo jeito já está na hora de sair do trabalho. No caminho para casa o Black Label toca e é um amigo do MBA me convidando para uma happy hour em algum bar da cidade. Tomamos umas doses de uísque Red Label com club soda. Depois da happy hour fomos para um night club que tocava world music. Dançamos um pouco, conversamos sobre um jogo de beisebol que passou ontem na tv. O time vencedor ganhou o jogo no quinto inning quando o batedor fez um home run. O papo acabou, a gente se cansou. Resolvemos ir embora. Pagamos a conta com o Master Card e levei o meu amigo até o seu Ford Fusion e combinamos um trekking para o dia seguinte à tarde. Fui pra casa, troquei de roupa, escovei os dentes com minha Oral-B CrossActionVitalizer e terminei o dia no mesmo lugar em que comecei, a minha cama box. &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/3010052229787008972-3288703367258625294?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/3288703367258625294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=3288703367258625294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/3288703367258625294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/3288703367258625294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/01/um-dia-americano.html' title='Um dia americano'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cg9a33j1RFw/R5vrvJGBDmI/AAAAAAAAABw/s3bpS7hKghc/s72-c/Logo%25202x1.25' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3010052229787008972.post-4283346367683177893</id><published>2008-01-19T01:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:13:07.921-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma breve apresentação</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vou começar esse blog agora!&lt;br /&gt;Assim como tá começando o ano!&lt;br /&gt;Eu há tempos venho me sentindo na obrigação de escrever algo e deixar pra todo mundo ver/ler/sentir.&lt;br /&gt;É que eu sempre pensei que escrevo bem, mas nunca recolhi coragem suficiente para escrever algo e mostrar para as pessoas. Então chegou a hora. Vou escrever e me abrir aqui, onde um pouco de anonimidade ainda tenta me proteger. Sei que não há anonimidade total, afinal não serei anônima para quem me conhece, mas serei anônima à quem vier aqui por simples curiosidade ou desvio acidental de percurso virtual.&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço e boas vindas a todos,&lt;br /&gt;Marina Gomes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3010052229787008972-4283346367683177893?l=cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/feeds/4283346367683177893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3010052229787008972&amp;postID=4283346367683177893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/4283346367683177893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3010052229787008972/posts/default/4283346367683177893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadernosdemarina.blogspot.com/2008/01/uma-breve-apresentao.html' title='Uma breve apresentação'/><author><name>Marina Gomes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12737889135882776451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
