<?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-2884602349760913973</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:18:43.477-08:00</updated><category term='exposição'/><category term='paralelos'/><category term='FAP'/><category term='braço'/><category term='mão'/><category term='esqueleto'/><category term='falanges'/><title type='text'>The Vortex</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884602349760913973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Villagra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00494208558548486474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sh9jFfNHXGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3h2k_4bXdgE/S220/DSC01670.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884602349760913973.post-3782579921658933220</id><published>2009-12-07T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:37:23.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paralelos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exposição'/><title type='text'>EXPOSIÇÃO PARALELOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sx1Jdj5dW_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Oe0SNoO83zY/s1600-h/IMG_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sx1Jdj5dW_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Oe0SNoO83zY/s400/IMG_0148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412563099370478578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;           É com honra que aceitamos o desafio de montar uma exposição cujas obras de diferentes autorias dialogam-se apenas pelo p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ercurso temporal. Ou seja, foram concebidas num mesmo espaço de temp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o. Um ano especificamente, porém resultados de um processo de orientação em desenho ao longo de três anos acadêmicos , com um ser humano de especial grandeza: Carmen Carinni. Artista plástica, desenhista, consagrada na história da arte paranaense, professora a 30 anos da F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sx1BjxmEvLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UsIZrUt2QIY/s1600-h/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sx1BjxmEvLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UsIZrUt2QIY/s400/IMG_0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412554410033462450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aculdade de Artes do Paraná, referência em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ormação de licenciados em artes. Mas como se não bastasse tamanho curríc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ulo, tivemos o privilégio de conviver com este ser, que em cada palavra, nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;regava com gotas de sabedoria, sensibilidade e arte. Suas aulas nunca se limitaram apenas a aulas de desenho, sempre exploraram algo mais profundo, provocando-nos, questionando-nos, e delicadamente nos deixando sem saída a não ser se entregar ao processo. Processo este que vai além d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a criação plástica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rocesso que nos lapidou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dando a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sx1KkSIGIMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/R4gs7XMvu9o/s1600-h/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sx1KkSIGIMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/R4gs7XMvu9o/s400/IMG_0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412564314370744514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oportuni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dade de nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; tran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;formarmos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pedaços toscos de carvão, para um dia nos tornarmos diamantes, com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o ela. Um diamante reluzente que pôde fazer a diferença essencial no processo de formação de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;licenciados em Artes visuais. A Carmen nossa eterna gratidã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Susan Sant' A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nna, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sx1KStyrgUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/o5Fnnc4wLvg/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sx1KStyrgUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/o5Fnnc4wLvg/s400/IMG_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412564012559466818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a.&lt;br /&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/2884602349760913973-3782579921658933220?l=katiavillagra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/feeds/3782579921658933220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-com-honra-que-aceitamos-o-desafio-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884602349760913973/posts/default/3782579921658933220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884602349760913973/posts/default/3782579921658933220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-com-honra-que-aceitamos-o-desafio-de.html' title='EXPOSIÇÃO PARALELOS'/><author><name>Villagra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00494208558548486474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sh9jFfNHXGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3h2k_4bXdgE/S220/DSC01670.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sx1Jdj5dW_I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Oe0SNoO83zY/s72-c/IMG_0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884602349760913973.post-2400564975404936989</id><published>2009-09-03T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:06:22.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um gosto suave, arrepiante, gélido e agudo do amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/SqCWgV_T4rI/AAAAAAAAALI/t1G7JEwE7gI/s1600-h/IMG_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/SqCWgV_T4rI/AAAAAAAAALI/t1G7JEwE7gI/s400/IMG_1404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377463437483041458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; "... Ficou inerte no canto da rua, talvez descansando das emoções, e viu entre as pedras do esgoto o ralo capim de um verde da mais tenra esperança humana. Hoje, pensou ela, hoje é o primeiro dia de minha vida: nasci. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fazem nove meses!!!&lt;br /&gt;Os melhores nove meses, diz a pequena moça em voz alta.&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonei-me subitamente pela o meu princepe encantado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo senhor Max Vorax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é sempre um contato interior inexplicável. A verdade é irreconhecivel. Por tanto não existe?&lt;br /&gt;Não, para os homens não existe.&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/2884602349760913973-2400564975404936989?l=katiavillagra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/feeds/2400564975404936989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-gosto-suave-arrepiante-gelido-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884602349760913973/posts/default/2400564975404936989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884602349760913973/posts/default/2400564975404936989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-gosto-suave-arrepiante-gelido-e.html' title='Um gosto suave, arrepiante, gélido e agudo do amor.'/><author><name>Villagra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00494208558548486474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sh9jFfNHXGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3h2k_4bXdgE/S220/DSC01670.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/SqCWgV_T4rI/AAAAAAAAALI/t1G7JEwE7gI/s72-c/IMG_1404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884602349760913973.post-3468642946363851159</id><published>2009-06-24T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:53:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sabe um dia eu escreva uma canção pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/SkLYB9mR7PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/E2ZDgaknGk0/s1600-h/katia+bosque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/SkLYB9mR7PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/E2ZDgaknGk0/s400/katia+bosque.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351076835496160498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ninguém vai me dizer o que sent&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ir, quando o circo pega fogo somos os animais na jaula, mas você só quer algodão-doce. Não confunda ética com éter, quando a tristeza é sempre o ponto de partida quando tudo é solidão. É preciso acreditar num novo dia na nossa grande geração perdida, nos trevos de quatro folhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A escuridão é ainda pior que essa luz-cinza, mas estamos vivos ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A delicadeza de se fazer ouvir parece-me pior do que uma desculpa esfarrapada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não há nada pior do que não conseguir transmitir o que se está sentindo, ser julgado pelos erros e falhas alheias e ainda por cima não poder pedir ajuda. Só se favorece a quem não precisa, lógico assim fica mais fácil, é mais prático não se fazer nada, para os demais vá tomar um cházinho, que logo passa...aguenta mais um pouco tá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ordens são ordens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Necessito encarecidamente de férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Natália, Renato Russo. Legião Urbana; Título e texto inicial. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2884602349760913973-3468642946363851159?l=katiavillagra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/feeds/3468642946363851159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/2009/06/quem-sabe-um-dia-eu-escreva-uma-cancao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884602349760913973/posts/default/3468642946363851159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884602349760913973/posts/default/3468642946363851159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/2009/06/quem-sabe-um-dia-eu-escreva-uma-cancao.html' title='Quem sabe um dia eu escreva uma canção pra você'/><author><name>Villagra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00494208558548486474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sh9jFfNHXGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3h2k_4bXdgE/S220/DSC01670.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/SkLYB9mR7PI/AAAAAAAAAK0/E2ZDgaknGk0/s72-c/katia+bosque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884602349760913973.post-758002440096643033</id><published>2009-06-09T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:01:25.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual seria a sua idade se você não soubesse quantos anos você tem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Si8-FQ-9HCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YO1bvoiE96c/s1600-h/gatinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Si8-FQ-9HCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YO1bvoiE96c/s400/gatinho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345559542891355170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Como pode derrepente tudo fazer sentido pelo simples fato de você compartilhar a sua vida com apenas uma pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uma pessoa somente, que faz a diferença em você ter um dia realmente ótimo e um dia mais ou menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como pode derrepente uma única pessoa fazer tanta diferença a ponto de você não se incomodar em acordar mais cedo, de ficar uma hora a mais no onibus, de chegar atrasado para a aula, de andar na chuva, de perder o onibus, de chegar tarde em casa e ter que trabalhar no outro dia de manhã cedo, se o motivo para isso é de estar com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabe, uma única pessoa, que é a capaz de fazer você parar de chorar quando algo de ruim acontece, que quando você tem medo é a primeira em quem você pensa, da qual você com certeza não quer ver chorar. Que se tem a vontade de sair quebrando tudo e batendo em todo mundo pelo simples fato de saber que a deixou triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabe aquela pessoa que você não se importa se ta feia ou bonita, com bafo ou que peida a noite inteira, mas que quando você acorda pela manhã, o dia é outro, pelo simples fato de te-lo visto primeiro que qualqer outra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o simples fato de te-lo visto, não importa o tempo e a hora do dia, já faz toda a diferença, inclusive o não ve-lo tambem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Era disso que sempre me falavam, é disso que ainda sempre se fala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que é inexplicavel. Aquilo que só pode ser sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O grande erro pelo qual todo mundo deve passar, o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Erro de não ter percebido antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Erro de não estar com ele antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Erro de não vê-lo todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Erro de não tê-lo todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ao meu gatinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te amo muitão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2884602349760913973-758002440096643033?l=katiavillagra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/feeds/758002440096643033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/2009/06/qual-seria-sua-idade-se-voce-nao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884602349760913973/posts/default/758002440096643033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884602349760913973/posts/default/758002440096643033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/2009/06/qual-seria-sua-idade-se-voce-nao.html' title='Qual seria a sua idade se você não soubesse quantos anos você tem?'/><author><name>Villagra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00494208558548486474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sh9jFfNHXGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3h2k_4bXdgE/S220/DSC01670.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Si8-FQ-9HCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YO1bvoiE96c/s72-c/gatinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2884602349760913973.post-8628919726863314615</id><published>2009-05-28T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:46:42.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braço'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falanges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esqueleto'/><title type='text'>Bem vindos ao Tartaro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sh9nY_WaF5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/T_9WE1BRQ50/s1600-h/ulna+as+falanges.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sh9nY_WaF5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/T_9WE1BRQ50/s400/ulna+as+falanges.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341101362104637330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E no fim do mundo, o que há?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No limite da terra, onde o sol se põe e o oceano começa, abria-se o  império dos mortos, no qual reinava o poderoso Hades.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;O mundo subterraneo era rodeado de todos os lados por pântanos e rios.  Portanto, as sombras dos defuntos tinham que passar pelas água lamacentas do  Estige e do Aqueronte para entrar nos dominios de hades.&lt;br /&gt;O barqueiro caronte  aguardava na margem e só aceitava a bordo da sua barca os mortos que tivessem  sido sepultados. Os outros, os que não foram encontrados ou foram  abandonados,eram condenados a errar eternamente o caminho do inferno."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;contos e lendas da mitologia Grega - Claude Pouzadoux&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/2884602349760913973-8628919726863314615?l=katiavillagra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/feeds/8628919726863314615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/2009/05/bem-vindos-ao-tartaro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884602349760913973/posts/default/8628919726863314615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2884602349760913973/posts/default/8628919726863314615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katiavillagra.blogspot.com/2009/05/bem-vindos-ao-tartaro.html' title='Bem vindos ao Tartaro.'/><author><name>Villagra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00494208558548486474</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sh9jFfNHXGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3h2k_4bXdgE/S220/DSC01670.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgm9d1yyxso/Sh9nY_WaF5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/T_9WE1BRQ50/s72-c/ulna+as+falanges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
