<?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-4447680385563978476</id><updated>2012-01-26T16:09:36.141-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ZaZá</title><subtitle type='html'>A caminho da Luz.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;oãozinho estava estudando Geografia quando de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p 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; position: relative; font-size: 16px; "&gt;repente sua mãe entra no quarto e pergunta:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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; position: relative; font-size: 16px; "&gt;- O quê você está estudando?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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; position: relative; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Joãozinho responde:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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; position: relative; font-size: 16px; "&gt;- Geografia, mamãe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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; position: relative; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Então ela continua:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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; position: relative; font-size: 16px; "&gt;- Então, onde fica a Itália?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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; position: relative; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Joãozinho responde:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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; position: relative; font-size: 16px; "&gt;- Na página 83.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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; position: relative; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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; position: relative; font-size: 16px; "&gt;2.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt; tia pergunta: -Joãozinho o que você quer fazer quando crescer e ficar grandão assim como eu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;-Eu quero fazer regime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Sabe por que os botafoguenses não vão poder votar nas próximas eleições?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Porque eles não têm título. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt; O garoto apanhou da vizinha, e a mãe furiosa foi tomar satisfação: Por que a senhora bateu no meu filho? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Ele foi mal-educado, e me chamou de gorda.&lt;br /&gt;E a senhora acha que vai emagrecer batendo nele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Qual é a semelhança entre um argentino humilde e o super-homem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Nenhum dos dois existe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;huiahuiahuiah.....por hj chega, beijocas!&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/4447680385563978476-7861515633619187289?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/06/loba.html' title='A LOBA'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-9179061721994838283</id><published>2010-06-18T22:54:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:08:48.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/TBwkEcTvX2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/LfT8LLVLRFI/s1600/AMOR.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484298104967487330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/TBwkEcTvX2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/LfT8LLVLRFI/s320/AMOR.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EU QUERO AMAR, AMAR PERDIDAMENTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMAR SÓ POR AMAR: AQUI...ALÉM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAIS ESTE E AQUELE, O OUTRO E A TODA GENTE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMAR! AMAR! E NÃO AMAR NINGUÉM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RECORDAR? ESQUECER? INDIFERENTE!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRENDER OU DESPRENDER? É MAL? É BEM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUEM DISSE QUE SE PODE AMAR ALGUÉM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DURANTE A VIDA INTEIRA É POR QUE MENTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HÁ UMA PRIMAVERA EM CADA VIDA: É PRECISO CANTÁ-LA ASSIM FLORIDA, POIS SE DEUS NOS DEU VOZ, FOI PARA CANTAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E SE UM DIA HEI DE SER PÓ, CINZA E NADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUE SEJA MINHA NOITE UMA ALVORADA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QUE EU SAIBA ME PERDER...PARA ME ENCONTRAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;florbela espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-9179061721994838283?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/9179061721994838283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/06/amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/9179061721994838283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/9179061721994838283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/06/amar.html' title='AMAR...'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/TBwkEcTvX2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/LfT8LLVLRFI/s72-c/AMOR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-5208373972251454360</id><published>2010-06-13T21:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:36:09.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUQUES CASEIROS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/TBV_HcRlivI/AAAAAAAAAOA/TZ_WAEwomu4/s1600/desenho_abstrato-2574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482427887219215090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/TBV_HcRlivI/AAAAAAAAAOA/TZ_WAEwomu4/s320/desenho_abstrato-2574.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Alguns TRUQUES CASEIROS pra todos que me leem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1. quem quizer economizar na limpeza do tapete pode substituir o removedor por uma mistura , em partes iguais, de água e vinagre. Mas, se for para lavar mesmo, use água com sabão de coco. Não há nada mais eficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;2. para deixar a pia do banheiro branquinha, sem nódoas, basta esfregar limão sobre a superfície previamente umedecida. Deixe agir por 30 minutos e retire usando sabão . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;3. para guardar os sapatos usados, esfregue-os com álcool e coloque para secar. Dentro deles coloque um saquinho de tule cheiiiinho de sobras de sabonetes bem triturados. Eles se conservarão melhor e bem perfumados por um longo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;4. tem uma maneira eficiente de tirar tinta de caneta da roupa. Mergulhe o tecido numa vasilha de leite e deixe de molho até que a mancha suma completamente. Se tiver algum restinho, esfregue levemente com um pouco de detergente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;5. existe um jeitinho simples de desgrudar chicletes de roupas, coloque gelo num saco plástico e esfregue contra o chiclete na roupa, isso faz com que o chiclete endureça diminuindo sua elasticidade e facilitando a sua retirada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;6. quando um copo se prender dentro de outro, e fácil desgrudar, encha o copo que estiver por cima de água fria e mergulhe o que estiver por baixo em água quente, eles se soltarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;7. para que os ovos mexido fiquem mais leves e fofos, você acrescenta-lhes alguns floquinhos de manteiga antes de começar a bater. O resultado é de dar água na boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;8.para bater claras em neve, acrescente antes de começar a bater uma pitada de bicarbonato de sódio. Elas ficarão altas e firmes. O açúcar só deve ser acrescentado depois que elas começarem a tomar consistência, e sempre aos poucos, batendo mais a cada adição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;9. não jogue fora vidros vazios de produtos em conserva. Para reaproveitá-los, acenda um fósforo no seu interior. A pequena chama eliminará por completo qualquer cheirinho persistente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;10. e por fim, para que o arroz fique bem soltinho experimente juntar à água de cozimento algumas gotinhas de limão. Além disso, respeite a proporção de duas xícaras de água para cada xícara de arroz cru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;por hoje é só, depois eu trago mais alguns truques, beijocas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-5208373972251454360?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/5208373972251454360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/06/truques-caseiros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/5208373972251454360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/5208373972251454360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/06/truques-caseiros.html' title='TRUQUES CASEIROS...'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/TBV_HcRlivI/AAAAAAAAAOA/TZ_WAEwomu4/s72-c/desenho_abstrato-2574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-7497091212984272703</id><published>2010-04-05T11:07:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:12:11.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>NÓS, OS MADUROS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S7nvkw1V6hI/AAAAAAAAANQ/O9-txUMqmbs/s1600/Imagem+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456655838399031826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S7nvkw1V6hI/AAAAAAAAANQ/O9-txUMqmbs/s200/Imagem+237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...CONTEI MEUS ANOS E DESCOBRI QUE TEREI MENOS ANOS PRA VIVER DAQUI PRA FRENTE DO QUE JÁ VIVI ATÉ AGORA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;TENHO MAIS PASSADO DO QUE FUTURO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SINTO-ME COMO AQUELA MENINA QUE RECEBEU UMA BACIA DE CEREJAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;AS PRIMEIRAS, ELA CHUPOU DISPLICENTE MAS PERCEBENDO QUE FALTAVAM POUCAS, RÓI ATÉ OS CAROÇOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;JÁ NÃO TENHO TEMPO DE LIDAR COM MEDIOCRIDADES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NÃO QUERO ESTAR MAIS EM REUNIÕES ONDE DESFILAM EGOS INFLAMADOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;INQUIETO-ME COM INVEJOSOS TENTANDO DESTRUIR QUEM ELES ADMIRAM, COBIÇANDO SEUS LUGARES, TALENTOS E SORTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;JÁ NÃO TENHO TEMPO PARA CONVERSAS INTERMINÁVEIS, PARA DISCUTIR ASSUNTOS INÚTEIS SOBRE VIDAS ALHEIAS QUE NEM FAZEM PARTE DA MINHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;JÁ NÃO TENHO MAIS TEMPO PARA ADMINISTRAR MELINDRES DE PESSOAS, QUE APESAR DA IDADE CRONOLÓGICA, SÃO IMATURAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;DETESTO FAZER ACAREAÇÃO DE DESAFETOS QUE BRIGAM PELO MAJESTOSO CARGO DE SECRETÁRIO-GERAL DO "CORAL".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NA VERDADE, AS PESSOAS NÃO DISCUTEM CONTEÚDO, APENAS RÓTULOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MEU TEMPO TORNOU-SE ESCASSO PARA DEBATER RÓTULOS, QUERO A ESSÊNCIA, MINHA ALMA TEM PRESSA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEM MUITAS "CEREJAS" NA BACIA QUERO VIVER, QUERO VIVER AO LADO DE GENTE HUMANA, MAS MUITO HUMANA MESMO; GENTE QUE SABE RIR DOS SEUS TROPEÇOS, NÃO SE ENCANTA COM SEUS TRIUNFOS, NÃO SE CONSIDERA ELEITA ANTES DA HORA, NÃO FOGE DA SUA MORTALIDADE, QUERO SIM, CAMINHAR AO LADO DE PESSOAS DE VERDADE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O ESSENCIAL FAZ A VIDA VALER A PENA E PARA MIM? BASTA O ESSENCIAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(adaptação do texto de mario de andrade) - um Bom Dia pra os que me lêem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-7497091212984272703?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/7497091212984272703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/04/nos-os-maduros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/7497091212984272703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/7497091212984272703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/04/nos-os-maduros.html' title='NÓS, OS MADUROS...'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S7nvkw1V6hI/AAAAAAAAANQ/O9-txUMqmbs/s72-c/Imagem+237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-3372303499627300304</id><published>2010-04-01T15:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:42:27.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>VOCE SABIA? - CURIOSIDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;O míope enxerga bem de perto e ruim de longe. Já o hipermetropes é o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ O avestruz é o animal mais veloz do mundo. Ele não pode voar, mas corre muito. Chega a 120 km por hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ Que a língua do camaleão é do tamanho do seu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ O progresso geométrico é 1-2-3-4-5-6. Enquanto que o aritmético é 2-4-8-16-32-64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ Na Roma antiga um gladiador vencido não tinha valor pra ninguém. Morria para tornar o combate mais emocionante para os expectadores. Cada gladiador combatia com armas diferentes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-3372303499627300304?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/3372303499627300304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/04/voce-sabia-curiosidades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/3372303499627300304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/3372303499627300304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/04/voce-sabia-curiosidades.html' title='VOCE SABIA? - CURIOSIDADES'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-8733522562958057773</id><published>2010-03-23T11:34:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:54:00.782-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O TEMPO PASSOU E ME FORMEI EM SOLIDÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jornale.com.br/wicca/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/solidao4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://jornale.com.br/wicca/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/solidao4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou do tempo em que ainda se faziam visitas. Lembro-me de minha mãe mandando a gente caprichar no banho porque a família toda iria visitar algum conhecido. Íamos todos juntos, família grande, todo mundo a pé. Geralmente, à noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém avisava nada, o costume era chegar de pára-quedas mesmo. E os donos da casa recebiam alegres a visita. Aos poucos, os moradores iam se apresentando, um por um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Olha o compadre aqui, garoto! Cumprimenta a comadre.&lt;br /&gt;E o garoto apertava a mão do meu pai, da minha mãe, a minha mão e a mão do meu irmão. Aí chegava outro menino. Repetia-se toda a diplomacia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Mas vamos nos assentar, gente. Que surpresa agradável!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conversa rolava solta na sala. Meu pai conversando com o compadre e minha mãe de papo com a comadre. Eu e meu irmão ficávamos assentados num mesmo sofá, entreolhando-nos e olhando a casa do tal compadre. Retratos na parede, duas imagens de santos numa cantoneira, flores na mesinha de centro... Casa singela e acolhedora. A nossa também era assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também eram assim as visitas, singelas e acolhedoras. Tão acolhedoras que era também costume servir um bom café aos visitantes. Como um anjo benfazejo, surgia alguém lá da cozinha – geralmente uma das filhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– e dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Gente, vem aqui pra dentro que o café está na mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tratava-se de uma metonímia gastronômica. O café era apenas uma parte: pães, bolo, broas, queijo fresco, manteiga, biscoitos, leite... Tudo sobre a mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntava todo mundo e as piadas pipocavam. As gargalhadas também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra quê televisão? Pra quê rua? Pra quê droga? A vida estava ali, no riso, no café, na conversa, no abraço, na esperança... Era a vida respingando eternidade nos momentos que acabam.... Era a vida transbordando simplicidade, alegria e amizade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando saíamos, os donos da casa ficavam à porta até que virássemos a esquina. Ainda nos acenávamos. E voltávamos para casa, caminhada muitas vezes longa, sem carro, mas com o coração aquecido pela ternura e pela acolhida. Era assim também lá em casa. Recebíamos as visitas com o coração em festa... A mesma alegria se repetia. Quando iam embora, também ficávamos, a família toda, à porta. Olhávamos, olhávamos... Até que sumissem no horizonte da noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou e me formei em solidão. Tive bons professores: televisão, vídeo, DVD, e-mail... Cada um na sua e ninguém na de ninguém. Não se recebe mais em casa. Agora a gente combina encontros com os amigos fora de casa e cada um paga a sua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Vamos marcar uma saída!... – ninguém quer entrar mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, as casas vão se transformando em túmulos sem epitáfios, que escondem mortos anônimos e possibilidades enterradas. Cemitério urbano, onde perambulam zumbis e fantasmas mais assustados que assustadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casas trancadas.. Pra quê abrir? O ladrão pode entrar e roubar a lembrança do café, dos pães, do bolo, das broas, do queijo fresco, da manteiga, dos biscoitos, do leite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que saudade do compadre e da comadre....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de: José Antonio Oliveira de Resende&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-8733522562958057773?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/8733522562958057773/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-tempo-passou-e-me-formei-em-solidao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/8733522562958057773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/8733522562958057773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-tempo-passou-e-me-formei-em-solidao.html' title='O TEMPO PASSOU E ME FORMEI EM SOLIDÃO'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-4086872260311372947</id><published>2010-03-21T09:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:35:01.754-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MINIBAGUETE PRATICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S6YNUNimtlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FU8fwWcs-gw/s1600-h/braguete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451059039861913170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S6YNUNimtlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FU8fwWcs-gw/s200/braguete.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;VAMOS LÁ MINHA GENTE, APRENDAM A RECEITA, É FACIM...FACIM, PRESTEM ATENÇÃO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;INGREDIENTES ( que vcs podem variar, claro! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                     1. o baguete ( a quantidade à vontade )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                     2. presunto, tomate, cebola, salsicha, salsinha, queijo de minas - mas pode ser a muzzarela ( eu prefiro o de minas ) - alface em pedaços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                     3. maionese ( eu prefiro a SOYA - oooooooodeio a maionese Hellmans, ela que me desculpe ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                   PREPARO :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                     1. corte  em pedacinhos, reservando algumas rodelas de tomate, cebola e queijo ( presunto - tomate - salsicha - cebola - salsinha e o queijo, misture tudo com a maionese, até fazer uma pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                     2. coloque essa pasta nos baguetes e sobre a pasta coloque as rodelas de tomate, cebola e queijo que eu falei pra reservar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                     obs: tem quem coloque orégano no lugar da salsicha, mas eu dispenso o orégano, não gosto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                    3. depois de tudo prontinho ponha no forno só pra gratinar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                    4. sirva com as tais alfaces picotadas que coloquei lá em cima, lembra? heheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;beijocas e ate a proxima vez....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-4086872260311372947?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/4086872260311372947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/03/minibaguete-pratico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/4086872260311372947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/4086872260311372947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/03/minibaguete-pratico.html' title='MINIBAGUETE PRATICO'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S6YNUNimtlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FU8fwWcs-gw/s72-c/braguete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-8524518182994693334</id><published>2010-03-20T12:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:03:12.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PREOCUPAÇÃO X CADEIRA DE BALANÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S6TmauFx9NI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ldhu3mFq96k/s1600-h/balan%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450734795748406482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S6TmauFx9NI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ldhu3mFq96k/s200/balan%C3%A7o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;" A PREOCUPAÇÃO É COMO A CADEIRA DE BALANÇO: MANTÉM VOCE SEMPRE OCUPADO MAS NÃO TE LEVA A LUGAR NENHUM ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;NUM HOSPITAL PSIQUIÁTRICO HAVIA UM DOENTE QUE PASSAVA SEU TEMPO COM O OUVIDO COLADO NUMA PAREDE. UMA ENFERMEIRA VENDO AQUILO TODOS OS DIA FOI ATÉ ELE E PERGUNTOU O QUE ESTAVA ACONTECENDO .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O DOENTE ENTAO COCHICHOU NO OUVIDO DELA, ACENANDO PARA QUE ELA ENCOSTASSE TAMBEM O OUVIDO NA PAREDE. A ENFERMEIRA ENCOSTOU ALGUNS MINUTOS E  RESPONDEU: MAS NAO ESTOU OUVINDO NADA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; EU TAMBEM NÃO, REPLICOU O DOENTE COM A TESTA FRANZIDA. É ASSIM O DIA INTEIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;....e tem mais o que explicar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-8524518182994693334?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/8524518182994693334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/03/preocupacao-x-cadeira-de-balanco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/8524518182994693334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/8524518182994693334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/03/preocupacao-x-cadeira-de-balanco.html' title='PREOCUPAÇÃO X CADEIRA DE BALANÇO'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S6TmauFx9NI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ldhu3mFq96k/s72-c/balan%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-3186424662985447119</id><published>2010-03-14T11:21:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:41:00.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A HISTÓRIA DO NOSSO ZÉ - O CARIOCA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S5zxsgB_vmI/AAAAAAAAALk/7AWdJz8mmLo/s1600-h/ze-carioca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S5zxsgB_vmI/AAAAAAAAALk/7AWdJz8mmLo/s200/ze-carioca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448495396026302050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O papagaio José Carioca (vulgo Zé Carioca) foi criado para o filme Alô, amigos (Saludos Amigos), de 1942, lançado nos EUA no ano seguinte pela Disney. Antes do lançamento americano tiras de jornais foram publicadas com as aventuras do Zé Carioca.&lt;br /&gt;O filme era dividido em quatro partes e mostrava a América do Sul, na qual o Zé ciceroneava Pato Donald na sua visita ao Brasil: apresentou ao pato ianque a cachaça e o samba. O filme foi criado a partir de dados coletados numa visita de artistas dos Estúdios Disney – entre eles o próprio Walt Disney – à América do Sul (que é mostrada em flashes durante o filme).&lt;br /&gt;Os esforços americanos não se limitavam ao Brasil, assim alguns personagens foram criados para um número de países latinos.&lt;br /&gt;Zé Carioca teria sido criado pelo próprio Walt Disney dentro do Copacabana Palace Hotel. O desenhista disse que amou tanto o Rio de Janeiro, que tinha que deixar um presente para os cariocas. Hoje o Zé Carioca é mais do que um personagem ou mascote carioca, é um elo entre a Walt Disney World e o Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Em sua passagem pelo Brasil, uma das coisas que chamou a atenção de Walt Disney foi o inesgotável repertório de piadas de papagaio que circulavam pela rua. Daí a inspiração para a criação do personagem como um papagaio antropomórfico, que deveria representar o estereótipo do brasileiro (em especial o do Rio de Janeiro, cartão postal do Brasil até hoje).&lt;br /&gt;Dois anos depois, Zé Carioca apareceu novamente em outra produção destinada à América Latina: "Os três cavaleiros" .A parte brasileira, intitulada "Você já foi à Bahia?", mostra Zé Carioca na companhia do Pato Donald e do galo Panchito, desta vez na Bahia, numa seqüência que mistura desenho com atores reais (destaque para a participação da cantora Aurora Miranda, irmã da célebre Carmen Miranda).&lt;br /&gt;Uma curiosidade cinematográfica sobre Zé Carioca é a confusão que se faz entre ele e o papagaio jurado em Alice no País das Maravilhas.&lt;br /&gt;Nos Estados Unidos, foram criados algumas histórias em formato de tira de jornal, desenhadas pelo artista Paul Murry. Nessa série, surgiram os primeiros personagens coadjuvantes do papagaio: Rosinha, seu pai Rocha Vaz, Nestor e o rival playboy do Zé Carioca, conhecido como Luis Carlos(que mais tarde seria substituído por Zé Galo). Além de ambientado no Rio, há uma história de uma viagem ao Amazonas, que depois seria redesenhada nos anos 60 pelos artistas brasileiros.&lt;br /&gt;No Brasil, o Zé Carioca chegou aos quadrinhos em 1950, aparecendo na capa do primeiro número da revista do Pato Donald.&lt;br /&gt;Foi nos quadrinhos brasileiros que sua personalidade mais característica foi sendo gradualmente construída: malandro (alérgico a trabalho), boa gente, caloteiro até a última pena (mantém a forma fazendo a os "400 metros rasos fugindo de cobradores"), com a criatividade do brasileiro para seguir levando a vida. Dentre as muitas coisas tidas como preferências nacionais o Zé Carioca só não faz menção (sem, portanto, descartar) à cachaça, que esteve presente em sua estréia cinematográfica; por outro lado estão presentes a feijoada, a jaca (fruto típico nacional e algo que mais tarde teria nas árvores do quintal do conhecido amigo do Zé Carioca, o Pedrão), o amor pela sua terra (marcante no bairrismo carioca), praia e, em especial, samba e futebol. Mas isso levou tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Por causa da queda de vendas configurada em todo o comércio de quadrinhos a partir do final da década de 90, com especial ênfase no setor infantil, a Abril praticamente fechou suas redações da área Disney, demitindo artistas consagrados, passando a republicações e lançando apenas alguns especiais (como o aclamado "Zé Carioca no Descobrimento do Brasil", em virtude dos 500 anos da chegada de Cabral), deixando milhares de fãs órfãos pelo Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;A última história inédita brasileira foi publicada em dezembro de 2001 intitulada "Só com Magia", do roteirista Rafles Ramos. Depois disso alguma produção esporádica foram feitas para publicações especiais. Existem histórias inéditas do personagem nos arquivos da Editora Abril.&lt;br /&gt;por hoje é só. beijocas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-3186424662985447119?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/3186424662985447119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-papagaio-jose-carioca-vulgo-ze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/3186424662985447119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/3186424662985447119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-papagaio-jose-carioca-vulgo-ze.html' title='A HISTÓRIA DO NOSSO ZÉ - O CARIOCA!'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/S5zxsgB_vmI/AAAAAAAAALk/7AWdJz8mmLo/s72-c/ze-carioca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-2999117865126401525</id><published>2009-10-05T21:38:00.016-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:56:43.929-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ELES ERAM ASSIM E AGORA ESTÃO ASSIM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SsqS8o-4qKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/edyqI4CbOvw/s1600-h/PEJOTA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389281474593204386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SsqS8o-4qKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/edyqI4CbOvw/s320/PEJOTA.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SsqSzSeOOjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CFzQQnI_624/s1600-h/68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389281313931803186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SsqSzSeOOjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CFzQQnI_624/s320/68.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SsqShOWtp_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/aS_aFTLnYyY/s1600-h/rosnam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389281003588921330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SsqShOWtp_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/aS_aFTLnYyY/s320/rosnam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SsqSLMpj2zI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XNvPUJWUEYA/s1600-h/rosnam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389280625173977906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SsqSLMpj2zI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XNvPUJWUEYA/s320/rosnam1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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&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&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;... E AÍ VEM A PERGUNTA: FILHOS, PRA QUE TÊ-LOS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MEU TEMPO NÃO MORRERÁ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PROSSEGUIRÁ NOS PASSOS DOS MEUS FILHOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PEQUENINAS MÃOS QUE JULGUEI AMPARAR NA TRAVESSIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ILUDÍ-ME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NÃO GUIEI NINGUÉM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ELES SIM, ME GUIARAM NOS TROPEÇOS QUE SE AVIZINHARAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SOMOS PELA VIDA CRUZ OU DÁDIVA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MAS ANTES DE TUDO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PARTE DA VIDA DE ALGUÉM - FILHOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É POR ISSO QUE OS TEMOS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(adaptação do poema de Pedro Galuchi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PARA O DIA 12 DE OUTUBRO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4447680385563978476-2999117865126401525?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/2999117865126401525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/10/eles-eram-assim-e-agora-estao-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/2999117865126401525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/2999117865126401525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/10/eles-eram-assim-e-agora-estao-assim.html' title='ELES ERAM ASSIM E AGORA ESTÃO ASSIM!'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SsqS8o-4qKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/edyqI4CbOvw/s72-c/PEJOTA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-8165072937383299031</id><published>2009-08-25T14:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T12:15:26.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SEGREDO DA LONGA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SpQbHYJK4XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lZk8_WkOtyo/s1600-h/velha-753783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373950068913791346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SpQbHYJK4XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lZk8_WkOtyo/s320/velha-753783.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um médico estava fazendo sua caminhada matinal quando viu uma velinha sentada no degrau de sua varanda fumando um cigarro. Curioso, ele foi até ela e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;_Não pude deixar de notar como a senhora parece feliz! Qual o seu segredo?&lt;br /&gt;_Eu fumo 10 cigarros por dia – ela respondeu. Antes de ir pra cama eu fumo um grande baseado. Fora isso, eu bebo uma garrafa de Jack Daniels toda semana e só como besteiras. Nos finais de semana, tomo pílulas, faço sexo e não faço nenhum exercício físico.&lt;br /&gt;O médico espantando:&lt;br /&gt;_Isso é extraordinário! Quantos anos a senhora têm?&lt;br /&gt;_Trinta e quatro – ela respondeu...poimmmmmmmmmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijus pra quem está sempre aqui comigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-8165072937383299031?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/8165072937383299031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/08/segredo-da-longa-vida_403.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/8165072937383299031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/8165072937383299031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/08/segredo-da-longa-vida_403.html' title='SEGREDO DA LONGA VIDA'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SpQbHYJK4XI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lZk8_WkOtyo/s72-c/velha-753783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-7003247792295166673</id><published>2009-08-21T09:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:26:22.141-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CROCÂNCIA NO BOLINHO DE ARROZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/So6OOhLMMaI/AAAAAAAAADI/2R9ZPzyksXw/s1600-h/bolinho+de+arroz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372387785574199714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/So6OOhLMMaI/AAAAAAAAADI/2R9ZPzyksXw/s320/bolinho+de+arroz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MODO DE PREPARAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LIQUIDIFICADOR VOCÊ COLOCA:&lt;br /&gt;1. leite.............................................................: 1/2 xícara de chá&lt;br /&gt;2. ovos............................................................: 1 apenas&lt;br /&gt;3. arroz...........................................................: 2 xícaras de chá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETIRE E COLOQUE NUMA TIGELA FUNDA COM:&lt;br /&gt;1. farinha de trigo.........................................: 3 colheres de sopa ( para empanar)&lt;br /&gt;2. batatas.......................................................: 3 ou 5 batatas ( dependendo do tamanho)&lt;br /&gt;3. sal...............................................................: a gosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABRA A MASSA NA MÃO E COLOQUE QUALQUER RECHEIO, SE QUIZER,&lt;br /&gt;FECHE COMO BOLINHOS,&lt;br /&gt;PASSE NA CLARA BATIDA,&lt;br /&gt;E, EM SEGUIDA, PASSE NO MACARRÃO "ALETRIA" BEM PICADO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FRITE-OS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;até a próxima, bye...bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-7003247792295166673?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/7003247792295166673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/08/crocancia-no-bolinho-de-arroz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/7003247792295166673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/7003247792295166673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/08/crocancia-no-bolinho-de-arroz.html' title='CROCÂNCIA NO BOLINHO DE ARROZ'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/So6OOhLMMaI/AAAAAAAAADI/2R9ZPzyksXw/s72-c/bolinho+de+arroz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-1945502847649033085</id><published>2009-08-13T14:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:49:16.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SoRSHDldrUI/AAAAAAAAACg/egqJKmFJwxw/s1600-h/zaza04-756633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SoRSHDldrUI/AAAAAAAAACg/egqJKmFJwxw/s320/zaza04-756633.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369506936907476290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="MARGIN: auto auto auto -25.85pt; WIDTH: 363.35pt; mso-cellspacing: 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm" class="MsoNormalTable" border="0" cellpadding="0" width="484"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 0; mso-yfti-firstrow: yes"&gt; &lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #e0dfe3; BORDER-LEFT: #e0dfe3; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; WIDTH: 360.35pt; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: #e0dfe3; BORDER-RIGHT: #e0dfe3; PADDING-TOP: 0cm" width="480"&gt;  &lt;h1 style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: auto 0cm" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #8c5823; FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt"&gt;Impossível atravessar a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="mso-yfti-irow: 1; mso-yfti-lastrow: yes"&gt; &lt;td style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #e0dfe3; BORDER-LEFT: #e0dfe3; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; WIDTH: 360.35pt; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: #e0dfe3; BORDER-RIGHT: #e0dfe3; PADDING-TOP: 0cm" width="480"&gt;  &lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: #8c5823; FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;Impossível atravessar a vida ...&lt;br&gt;sem que um trabalho saia mal feito,&lt;br&gt;sem que uma amizade cause decepção,&lt;br&gt; sem padecer com alguma doença,&lt;br&gt;sem que um amor nos abandone,&lt;br&gt;sem que ninguém da família morra,&lt;br&gt;sem que a gente se engane em um negócio.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Esse é o custo de viver.&lt;br&gt;O importante não é o que acontece,&lt;br&gt;mas, como você reage.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Você cresce quando não perde a esperança, nem diminui a vontade, nem perde a fé.&lt;br&gt;Quando aceita a realidade e tem orgulho de vivê-la.&lt;br&gt;Quando aceita seu destino, mas tem garra para mudá-lo.&lt;br&gt;Quando aceita o que deixa para trás, construindo o que tem pela frente e planejando o que está por vir.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Cresce quando supera, se valoriza e sabe dar frutos.&lt;br&gt;Cresce quando abre caminho,&lt;br&gt;assimila experiências...&lt;br&gt;e semeia raízes….&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cresce quando se impõe metas, &lt;br&gt;sem se importar com comentários.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cresce quando é forte de caráter,&lt;br&gt; sustentado por sua formação,&lt;br&gt;sensível por temperamento...&lt;br&gt;e humano por nascimento!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cresce ajudando a seus semelhantes,&lt;br&gt;conhecendo a si mesmo e&lt;br&gt;dando à vida mais do que recebe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;E assim se cresce…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;ZaZá&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/4447680385563978476-1945502847649033085?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/1945502847649033085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/08/impossivel-atravessar-vida-impossivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/1945502847649033085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/1945502847649033085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/08/impossivel-atravessar-vida-impossivel.html' title=''/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SoRSHDldrUI/AAAAAAAAACg/egqJKmFJwxw/s72-c/zaza04-756633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-373203740804510563</id><published>2009-08-09T00:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:01:47.618-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PAI, PARABENS PELO SEU DIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/Sn5JPUrSiDI/AAAAAAAAACA/BUk49s9v_UQ/s1600-h/DIPLOMA.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360617584000268738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SmS9SncMecI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GY0vaJsAkH4/s320/amigos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AMIGO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A qualquer hora que chegares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sentarás comigo a mesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A qualquer hora que bateres a minha porta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;esta se abrirá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A qualquer hora  que me chamares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eu me apressarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A qualquer hora em que quizeres partir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eu irei a frente nos caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se caíres, eu estenderei meus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se a tristeza vier, permanecerei contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Na partida, ficarei com a tua lembrança..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AMIZADE.... é fundamental que seja toda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(adaptação de cid moreira )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-7933114705736342470?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/7933114705736342470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/07/20-de-julho-dia-do-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/7933114705736342470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/7933114705736342470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/07/20-de-julho-dia-do-amigo.html' title='20 de JULHO - DIA DO AMIGO'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SmS9SncMecI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GY0vaJsAkH4/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-3933276146995309925</id><published>2009-07-14T19:20:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:41:38.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RECEITAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/Sl0E3k8nG5I/AAAAAAAAABw/9UHWe3Qwspk/s1600-h/pa%C3%A7oca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358444484497972114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/Sl0E3k8nG5I/AAAAAAAAABw/9UHWe3Qwspk/s320/pa%C3%A7oca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PAÇOQUINHA DE FARINHA LÁCTEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;( pr'os PRETO VELHO )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ingredientes: 250g de amendoim sem pele e torrado e sem sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1 xícara e 1/2 de (chá) de farinha láctea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5 colheres de sopa de açúcar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1 pitada de sal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;preparo.......: 1. numa assadeira coloque o amendoim sem pele, torrado e sem sal leve o forno pré-aquecido a 180 graus por 5 minutos ( pra esquentar e liberar o óleo do amendoim) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. passe o amendoim ainda quente pra um processador ou liquidificador até formar uma farinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. ainda no processador ou liquidificador acrescente a farinha láctea, as 5 colheres de açúcar e a pitada de sal. Bata outra vez por mais uns 3 minutos para formar uma liga. dica: coloque na mão e tente fazer uma bolinha firme. Conseguiu? otimo a massa ta pronta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4. numa superfície lisa coloque o molde que voce preferir e encha de paçoca apertando bem, depois tire com cuidado a forma e sua PAÇOQUINHA DE FARINHA LÁCTEA está pronta pra ser comida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;até a próxima...huiahuiahuiahuiahuia......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-3933276146995309925?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/3933276146995309925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/07/receitas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/3933276146995309925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/3933276146995309925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/07/receitas.html' title='RECEITAS'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/Sl0E3k8nG5I/AAAAAAAAABw/9UHWe3Qwspk/s72-c/pa%C3%A7oca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-8944345245310884696</id><published>2009-07-07T10:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:20:07.208-03:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXÃO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RECEBÍ, LÍ, ASSIMILEI  E ACHO QUE TEM MUITO A HAVER COMIGO..... LEIAM, VOCES VÃO GOSTAR....MAS ACIMA DE TUDO, POR FAVOR, REFLITAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.torcedorcoral.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/gatinha-arrogante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.torcedorcoral.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/gatinha-arrogante.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acho que apenas o bem ta na nossa essência...e isso é insuperável por que sempre estará lá, mesmo se não fizermos uso.&lt;br /&gt;As limitações e defeitos, que impedem a prática do bem, são coisas a serem superadas no nosso processo de existência...&lt;br /&gt;Não acreditar nisso é desacreditar na superação humana...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver vida, haverá sempre esperança. ( dpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORQUE AS PESSOAS SÃO MÁS??????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estou tentando aprender a não confundir as pessoas ao mal que elas são capazes de praticar. Rendido confesso que tem sido uma experiência muito dura!   Sei qua as pessoas são fundamentalmente boas, mas como é dificil superar a dor que elas são capazes de provocar!    As vezes - e foi a saída que encontrei - é que elas não são aquilo que fazem, mesmo que sejam um grande bem ou mal.   Por isso, se as confundo com o bem ou mal que fazem, jamais serei capaz de compreender quem, de fato, são.   Pior, vou me fixar naquilo que deixou marcas em mim...  Compreendi que é preciso fazer uma escolha e fiz!    Escolho o que as pessoas são, e não o que elas fazem!   Sei que são boas, que estão sempre num processo, num momento diferente do meu, que precisam de tempo, do meu amor, paciência e misericórdia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Evidentemente não é o caminho mais fácil, mas é o mais cristão!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Ricardo Sá)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-8944345245310884696?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/8944345245310884696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflexao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/8944345245310884696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/8944345245310884696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/07/reflexao.html' title='REFLEXÃO...'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-6352422771142435054</id><published>2009-07-03T15:42:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:31:35.644-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOU DA LINHA DA UMBANDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ideiaseideais.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/mar%20em%20dia%20de%20tempestade%20biscoitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ideiaseideais.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/mar%20em%20dia%20de%20tempestade%20biscoitos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARA FECHAMENTO DO CORPO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Justo juiz de Nazaré, filho da Virgem Maria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que em Belém foste nascido entre as idolatrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu vos peço, Senhor, pelo vosso sexto dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E pelo amor de meu padrinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que meu corpo não seja preso, nem ferido, nem morto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nas mãos do pai da justiça envolto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cristo assim disse aos seus discípulos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se os meus inimigos vierem para me prender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Terão olhos, não verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Terão ouvidos, mas não ouvirão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Terão bocas, não me falarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Com as armas de São Jorge serei armado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Com a espada de Abraão serei coberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Com o leite da Virgem Maria serei borrifado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Na arca de Noé serei arrecadado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Com as chaves de São Pedro serei fechado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Onde não me possam ver nem ferir, nem matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nem sangue do meu corpo tirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Também vos peço, Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Por aqueles tres cálices bentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Por aquelas tres óstias consagradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que consagrastes ao terceiro dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Desde as portas de Belém até Jerusalém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que com prazer e alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu seja também guardado de noite e de dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Assim como andou Jesus ao ventre da Virgem Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Deus me dê a companhia que sempre deu a Virgem Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Deus é Pai, Deus é meu Pai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amém....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;( ADAPTAÇÃO DA ORAÇÃO DE RODRIGO LEQUES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&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/4447680385563978476-6352422771142435054?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/6352422771142435054/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/07/sou-da-linha-da-umbanda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/6352422771142435054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/6352422771142435054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/07/sou-da-linha-da-umbanda.html' title='SOU DA LINHA DA UMBANDA...'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-5168840291037382199</id><published>2009-06-15T17:16:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T15:41:55.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU PAI - XANGÔ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SjasgLAOI9I/AAAAAAAAABg/igVJFl_ZI1c/s1600-h/xango1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347651276258550738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SjasgLAOI9I/AAAAAAAAABg/igVJFl_ZI1c/s320/xango1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;HOMENAGEM A XANGÔ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Procurando refugir-se de súbito temporal, corre por entre a misteriosa mata o desorientado andante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;As nuvens negras, o céu ameaçador incutem naquele ser um sentimento de temor; porém depara-se com uma abertura na rocha, que lhe servirá de abrigo e proteção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;As belas pontas de cristal, que em forma de pingentes caem do teto, formam figuras representativas, a ornamentarem um ambiente fantástico e de verdaeiro encantamento: é a morada de MEU PAI XANGÔ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Diversas são as passagens que levam a ele, que faz da mais alta pedra seu trono, coberto de ametistas com reflexos amarelos que, banhadas pela luz de seus fluidos, tornam-se mais esplendorosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Porém, ante tão deslumbrante cenário criado pela original natureza, o andante vê, sentado pacificamente, um ancião forte, de cabelos ralos e longos, que a neve do tempo branqueou. De olhar plácido e contemplativo, observa seus filhos a distância, julgando com justiça seus atos. Deitado a seus pés, submisso, o mais feroz dos animais: o bravio leão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;É MEU PAI XANGÔ, que enérgico e ao mesmo tempo dócil, justiça espiritualizada, pacificação dos homens, amor no desamor, harmonia entre a desarmonia, nos dá a PAZ até a ele chegarmos um dia." (Paulo Newton da Almeida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;IMANTAÇÃO ..............: quiabo, saião, feijão fradinho, rabada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;LIBAÇÃO......................: sumo de erva de saião, levedo de cerveja misturado com xarope de açúcar queimado e amargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;FLORES .......................: saudades, violeta, cravos amarelos, palmas amarelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;ESSENCIAS..................: morango, lilás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;METAIS........................: estanho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;CORES ..........................: amarelo e marrom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;DATA.............................: 30 de setembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;NÚMERO......................: 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;SEMANA.......................: 4a. feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;BANHO DE DESCARREGO...: saião, quebra-pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4447680385563978476-5168840291037382199?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/5168840291037382199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/06/xango.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/5168840291037382199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/5168840291037382199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/06/xango.html' title='MEU PAI - XANGÔ'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XztNIBwN1uw/SjasgLAOI9I/AAAAAAAAABg/igVJFl_ZI1c/s72-c/xango1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4447680385563978476.post-679748341594676037</id><published>2009-05-30T19:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:21:19.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Mãe - Yemanjá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.yemanja.com.br/images/p04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 613px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.yemanja.com.br/images/p04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;YEMANJÁ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;                                - Comparada com outras divindades do panteão africano, o orixá feminino iorubá Yemanjá é uma figura extremamente simples..Por ser ligada ao patriarca Oxalá,, Yemanjá é valorizadíssima nos cultos, principalmente nos que se afastam dos costumes tradicionais africanos. É uma das rainhas das águas, sendo as duas salgadas: as águas provocadas pelo choro da mãe que sofre pela vida de seus filhos, que os vê se afastarem de seu abrigo, tomando rumos independentes; e o mar, sua morada, local onde costuma receber os presentes e oferendas de seus filhos. Na África a sua origem é um rio que vai desembocar no mar. De tanto chorar com o rompimento com o seu filho Oxóssi, que a abandonou e foi viver escondido na mata junto com o irmão renegado Ossâim, Yemanjá, se derreteu, transformando-se num rio que foi desembocar no mar. É a mãe de quase todos os orixás de origem iorubá (com exceção de LogunEdé).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yemanjá seria filha de Olóòkun e a deusa do mar. Em uma das histórias de Ifá ( O deus da adivinhação) ela aparece casada com Orunmilá, senhor das adivinhações, depois com Olofin, rei de Ifé, com o qual teve dez filhos. Apesar de preceitos tradicionais relacionarem tanto Oxum como Yemanjá à função da maternidade, pode estabelecer-se uma boa distinção entre esses conceitos. Oxum é a mãe no sentido da fecundação, gestação e criação do bebê. É a responsável pela fertilidade dos homens e das mulheres, pela nutrição do feto e pelo parto. Ela é a guardiã da criança até que esta passe a demonstrar sinais de independência, como o falar por exemplo. Quando podemos perceber qual é o orixá de cabeça da criança, ela deixa de ser responsabilidade de Oxum. Passa então a ser cuidada pelo seu orixá e genericamente por Yemanjá. Esta, por sua vez, é mãe daí por diante, recebe a função da maternidade não no sentido de gestação, mas de educação. É a mãe dos homens crescidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ela usa o Abebé, leque redondo como cabaça, que representa a fecundidade, e a espada que, recortando na matéria das origens, separa e multiplica os seres  permitindo o nascimento dos indivíduos únicos. Sua dança lembra o  movimento das ondas, fala de fluidez, de distribuição, de germinação, constantemente renovada. À Yemanjá são dedicados tradicionalmente todos os presentes colocados no mar. É a padroeira dos marinheiros, estendendo-se essa proteção a praticamente todos os seres viventes, já que é a Grande-Mãe do astral, o que faz com que sempre seja invocada na cerimônia do “bori”, mesmo quando o iniciado não a tem nem como eledá (primeiro orixá da cabeça) nem como ajuntó (segundo orixá). ( TECA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IMANTAÇÃO: manjar branco preparado com leite de coco, uvas brancas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LIBAÇÃO       : champanhe, suco de uvas moscatel, leite de coco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FLORES         : todas as flores brancas e azuis claras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ESSÊNCIAS   : jasmim, nardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;METAIS         : prata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CORES            : branco e azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DATA              : 15 de agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NÚMERO       : 04      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SEMANA        : sábado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BRANHO DE DESCARREGO  :  rosas brancas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&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/4447680385563978476-679748341594676037?l=azbao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/feeds/679748341594676037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/05/minha-mae-yemanja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/679748341594676037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4447680385563978476/posts/default/679748341594676037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azbao.blogspot.com/2009/05/minha-mae-yemanja.html' title='Minha Mãe - Yemanjá'/><author><name>ZaZá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16062873016226830119</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/_XztNIBwN1uw/SparjgXfTtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/q88Grl9DNag/S220/43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
