<?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-21313043</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:38:21.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras para quê ?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114434267114825417</id><published>2006-04-06T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T09:57:51.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/ZZZZZZwpe22777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/ZZZZZZwpe22777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Alguma coisa onde tu parada&lt;br /&gt;fosses depois das lágrimas uma ilha&lt;br /&gt;e eu chegasse para dizer-te adeus&lt;br /&gt;de repente na curva de uma estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguma coisa onde a tua mão&lt;br /&gt;escrevesse cartas para chover&lt;br /&gt;e eu partisse a fumar&lt;br /&gt;e o fumo fosse para se ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguma coisa onde tu ao norte&lt;br /&gt;beijasses nos olhos os navios&lt;br /&gt;e eu rasgasse o teu retrato&lt;br /&gt;para vê-lo passar na direcção dos rios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguma coisa onde tu corresses&lt;br /&gt;numa rua com portas para o mar&lt;br /&gt;e eu morresse&lt;br /&gt;para ouvir-te sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;António José Forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114434267114825417?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114434267114825417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114434267114825417&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114434267114825417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114434267114825417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/04/sonhar.html' title='SONHAR'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114416004977150954</id><published>2006-04-06T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:40:35.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/by%20Solange.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/by%20Solange.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cientistas britânicos chegaram à conclusão de que não existe amor à primeira vista. Na verdade, segundo eles, leva no mínimo um ano para se amar alguém. O amor verdadeiro é uma "combinação entre paixão, intimidade e comprometimento", que não surge em relações com menos de 12 meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que o verdadeiro amor existe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114416004977150954?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114416004977150954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114416004977150954&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114416004977150954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114416004977150954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/04/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114416594915961061</id><published>2006-04-05T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:06:03.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estranho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/zzzzzzzzzzzz121075632_7a23d663ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/zzzzzzzzzzzz121075632_7a23d663ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;O cérebro decifrará automaticamente o texto, se você conseguir ler as primeiras palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;3M UM D14 D3 V3R40, 3574V4 N4 PR414, 0853RV4ND0 DU45 CR14NC45 8R1NC4ND0 N4 4R314. 3L45 7R484LH4V4M MU170 C0N57RU1ND0 UM C4573L0 D3 4R314, C0M 70RR35, P4554R3L45 3 P4554G3NS 1N73RN45. QU4ND0 3575V4M QU453 4C484ND0, V310 UM4 0ND4 3 D357RU1U 7UD0, R3DU21ND0 0 C4573L0 4 UM M0N73 D3 4R314 3 35PUM4..&lt;br /&gt;4CH31 QU3, D3P015 D3 74N70 35F0RC0 3 CU1D4D0, 45 CR14NC45 C41R14M N0 CH0R0, C0RR3R4M P3L4 PR414, FUG1ND0 D4 4GU4, R1ND0 D3 M405 D4D45 3 C0M3C4R4M 4 C0N57RU1R 0U7R0 C4573L0. C0MPR33ND1 QU3 H4V14 4PR3ND1D0 UM4 GR4ND3 L1C40; G4574M05 MU170 73MP0 D4 N0554 V1D4 C0N57RU1ND0 4LGUM4 C0154 3 M415 C3D0 0U M415 74RD3, UM4 0ND4 P0D3R4 V1R 3 D357RU1R 7UD0 0 QU3 L3V4M05 74N70 73MP0 P4R4 C0N57RU1R. M45 QU4ND0 1550 4C0N73C3R 50M3N73 4QU3L3 QU3 73M 45 M405 D3 4LGU3M P4R4 53GUR4R, 53R4 C4P42 D3 50RR1R!! S0 0 QU3 P3RM4N3C3 3 4 4M124D3, 0 4M0R 3 C4R1NH0. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114416594915961061?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114416594915961061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114416594915961061&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114416594915961061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114416594915961061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/04/estranho.html' title='Estranho!'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114397230676681322</id><published>2006-04-04T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:52:52.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzwpe26397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzwpe26397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Pensamento é a capacidade que tem o ser humano de conhecer em que consistem as coisas e as relações que elas têm entre si.&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento é uma função psicológica racional, que estabelece relações de ordem comportamental entre conteúdos representativos, através da utilização de categorias como ‘verdadeiro’ ou ‘falso, ou como ‘certo’ ou ‘errado’&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento é a capacidade que tem o ser de, através de três operações mentais distintas: ‘a formação de ideias’, ‘o juízo sobre as relações de conveniência entre essas ideias’ e ‘o raciocínio, que estabelece relações entre os juízos’, compreender o significado das coisas concretas e das abstrações, bem como das relações que elas guardam entre si. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que o pensamento é a expressão mais palpável do Espírito Humano?&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/21313043-114397230676681322?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114397230676681322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114397230676681322&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114397230676681322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114397230676681322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-pensamento.html' title='O Pensamento'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114398510602413608</id><published>2006-04-03T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T06:49:18.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/119895729_108701b806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/119895729_108701b806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A mente é o lugar do pensamento, crenças, memórias, desejos, esperanças, análises, etc. A mente é considerada pelos dualistas como uma substância imaterial, capaz de existência como uma entidade consciente, independente de qualquer corpo fisico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que a mente pode ser compreendida independentemente do cérebro? &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/21313043-114398510602413608?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114398510602413608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114398510602413608&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114398510602413608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114398510602413608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/04/mente.html' title='A Mente'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114365232330239815</id><published>2006-03-31T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T12:42:30.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/EU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/EU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a que no mundo anda perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a que na vida não tem norte,&lt;br /&gt;Sou a irmã do Sonho, e desta sorte&lt;br /&gt;Sou a crucificada ... a dolorida ...&lt;br /&gt;Sombra de névoa ténue e esvaecida,&lt;br /&gt;E que o destino amargo, triste e forte,&lt;br /&gt;Impele brutalmente para a morte!&lt;br /&gt;Alma de luto sempre incompreendida! ...&lt;br /&gt;Sou aquela que passa e ninguém vê ...&lt;br /&gt;Sou a que chamam triste sem o ser ...&lt;br /&gt;Sou a que chora sem saber porquê ...&lt;br /&gt;Sou talvez a visão que Alguém sonhou,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que veio ao mundo pra me ver&lt;br /&gt;E que nunca na vida me encontrou! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&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/21313043-114365232330239815?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114365232330239815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114365232330239815&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114365232330239815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114365232330239815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/eu.html' title='EU'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114365168198094272</id><published>2006-03-30T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:59:04.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Movimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/99370341_726ec2c483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/99370341_726ec2c483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O movimento do organismo humano é algo maravilhoso, pensemos nas inúmeras possibilidades que ele contém, que vão muito além do que é necessário para o nosso dia a dia. Isso pode ser exemplificado no desporte e também nas artes, como o ballet e a dança. Toda a enorme complexidade da nossa vida interior pode expressar-se através de nossos movimentos.&lt;br /&gt;E onde está a mais elevada expressão desse movimento humano? Onde essa universalidade mais se evidencia? Inicialmente nos surpreendemos ao perceber que a mais elevada expressão da complexa organização de movimentos é a fala, exclusiva do ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;Na fala reconhecemos o ser humano, falamos porque temos essa organização de movimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surge então uma pergunta: será&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; possível movimentar o corpo de forma a imitar o que acontece na fala? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114365168198094272?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114365168198094272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114365168198094272&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114365168198094272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114365168198094272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/o-movimento.html' title='O Movimento'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114350114810911320</id><published>2006-03-29T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:00:08.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.net-photo.de/gallery/albums/Silence_Teatro/abe.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.net-photo.de/gallery/albums/Silence_Teatro/abe.sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Silence Teatro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O TEATRO é uma forma de arte baseada em textos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Actores/actrizes representam-no através não só dos textos como de estímulos visuais, vocais, corporais, sonoros, emocionais, entre outros. O TEATRO, é um trabalho colectivo, uma escola de saberes, entre o encenador, dramaturgo, actores, carpinteiro, estilistas, electricistas e tantos outros, como o público! Sem público, não poderá haver teatro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oscar Wilde dizia:”Adoro teatro. É muito mais real do que a vida”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será a vida um teatro, onde podemos expressar todo o tipo de emoções?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Posted by GR &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/21313043-114350114810911320?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114350114810911320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114350114810911320&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114350114810911320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114350114810911320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/teatro.html' title='Teatro'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114330610200849966</id><published>2006-03-28T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:13:18.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VAIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/117192045_411209c304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/117192045_411209c304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; Sonho que sou a Poetisa eleita,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que diz tudo e tudo sabe,&lt;br /&gt;Que tem a inspiração pura e perfeita,&lt;br /&gt;Que reúne num verso a imensidade!&lt;br /&gt;Sonho que um verso meu tem claridade&lt;br /&gt;Para encher todo o mundo! E que deleita&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo aqueles que morrem de saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo os de alma profunda e insatisfeita!&lt;br /&gt;Sonho que sou Alguém cá neste mundo ...&lt;br /&gt;Aquela de saber vasto e profundo,&lt;br /&gt;Aos pés de quem a Terra anda curvada!&lt;br /&gt;E quando mais no céu eu vou sonhando,&lt;br /&gt;E quando mais no alto ando voando,&lt;br /&gt;Acordo do meu sonho ... E não sou nada! ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Florbela Espanca ( Livro de Mágoas)&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/21313043-114330610200849966?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114330610200849966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114330610200849966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114330610200849966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114330610200849966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/vaidade.html' title='VAIDADE'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114337066261960740</id><published>2006-03-26T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T03:05:00.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/ByMalidinapol`s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/ByMalidinapol%60s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt; photo-Malidinapol`s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O Silêncio pode ser a ausência de som!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Um momento de calma ou raiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O silêncio pode também ter som, nos filmes mudos, no olhar de sofrimento, no sorriso feliz. São sons feitos em silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O amor é consumado em silêncio! A morte é silêncio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Para escutar a poesia, a música, o doce chilrear da cotovia, é necessário silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O silêncio pode ser alegria ou uma profunda nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Poderemos ter silêncio no meio da multidão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ou o silêncio é também solidão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Posted By: GR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114337066261960740?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114337066261960740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114337066261960740&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114337066261960740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114337066261960740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/o-silncio.html' title='O silêncio'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114321628637006408</id><published>2006-03-24T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:04:46.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler, pensar e escrever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/ler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/ler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; «Não sei se sabe que descrever é fácil. Escrever é que é difícil.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;MIGUEL TORGA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostaríamos nós, alguns de nós que tanto gostamos de ler, termos a mesma sensibilidade de poder escrever. Porque ler é um dos maiores prazeres!Ler é aprender, é sonhar, é querer. Escrever, pode ser sofrer,pegar na caneta e não conseguir dizer. É difícil escrever! Mas ler! Romance, ficção, poesia ou história, o importante é ler! Necessário, é criar hábitos de leitura a todas as crianças. Fundamental é ensina-las a ler!Em Portugal, há mais de oitocentos mil analfabetos.Será que, algum dia darão oportunidades de ensino para que todos saibam ler!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Posted By: GR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114321628637006408?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114321628637006408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114321628637006408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114321628637006408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114321628637006408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/ler-pensar-e-escrever.html' title='Ler, pensar e escrever'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114303507890638282</id><published>2006-03-22T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T08:52:56.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estejamos vivos, então!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6384/1229/1600/zzzzzzzz106865332_cb6040913f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="389" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6384/1229/1600/zzzzzzzz106865332_cb6040913f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem não viaja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;quem não lê, quem não ouve música,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;quem destrói o seu amor-próprio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;quem não se deixa ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem se transforma escravo do hábito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;repetindo todos os dias o mesmo trajecto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;quem não muda as marcas no supermercado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;não arrisca vestir uma cor nova,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;não conversa com quem não conhece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem evita uma paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;quem prefere o “preto no branco” e os “pontos nos is”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;a um turbilhão de emoções indomáveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;justamente as que resgatam brilho nos olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;sorrisos e soluços, coração aos tropeços, sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz no trabalho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quem não arrisca o certo pelo incerto atrás de um sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quem não se permite, uma vez na vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;fugir dos conselhos sensatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Morre lentamente quem passa os dias queixando-se da má sorte ou da Chuva incessante, desistindo de um projecto antes de iniciá-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Não perguntando sobre um assunto que desconhece e não respondendo quando lhe indagam o que sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Evitemos a morte em doses suaves, recordando sempre que estar vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Exige um esforço muito maior do que o simples acto de respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Estejamos vivos, então!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post comentário escrito por "GR", Jornal Vivo agradece sua coloboração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114303507890638282?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114303507890638282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114303507890638282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114303507890638282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114303507890638282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/estejamos-vivos-ento.html' title='Estejamos vivos, então!'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114296096697534025</id><published>2006-03-21T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T05:46:39.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Caro amigo(a)&lt;br /&gt;E agora viva a ternura! Estou lhe abraçando com o melhor e mais puro carinho amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Este posto é um convite à sua colaboração neste blogue, pense numa palavra, e escreva o que lhe vier à cabeça, eu apenas adicione a fotografia ao seu pensamento, escreva o que quiser, quando quiser, eu publico(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;escreva em comentários&lt;/span&gt;). Este é um convite a uma pessoa muito especial, pessoa essa que me tem acompanhado e comentado de uma forma muito inteligente, a essa personalidade os meus agradecimentos, e me perdoo por esta paragem, mas de momento não estou a conseguir organizar meu tempo, isto dá um certo trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;E porque hoje é o dia mundial da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Comigo me desavim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Comigo me desavim,&lt;br /&gt;Sou posto em todo perigo;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso viver comigo&lt;br /&gt;Nem posso fugir de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Com dor da gente fugia,&lt;br /&gt;Antes que esta assi crecesse:&lt;br /&gt;Agora já fugiria&lt;br /&gt;De mim , se de mim pudesse.&lt;br /&gt;Que meo espero ou que fim&lt;br /&gt;Do vão trabalho que sigo,&lt;br /&gt;Pois que trago a mim comigo&lt;br /&gt;Tamanho imigo de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sá de Miranda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114296096697534025?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114296096697534025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114296096697534025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114296096697534025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114296096697534025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/caro-amigoa-e-agora-viva-ternura-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114257871525703140</id><published>2006-03-16T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:15:25.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/igreja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/igreja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;São bem poucos os homens que vivem sem inquietação pelo dia de amanhã. Se, pois, inquieta-se pelo que se será depois de um dia de vinte e quatro horas, com mais forte razão é natural preocupar-se com o que será de nós depois do dia claro da vida, porque não se trata mais de alguns instantes, mas da eternidade. Viveremos ou não viveremos mais! Não há meio-termo; é uma questão de vida ou de morte; é a suprema alternativa!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca me preocupo com o futuro. Muito em breve ele virá. (&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que realmente acreditamos na vida além da morte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tenham um óptimo fim-de-semana! Volto na segunda feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114257871525703140?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114257871525703140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114257871525703140&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114257871525703140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114257871525703140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/amanh.html' title='Amanhã'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114250057861391369</id><published>2006-03-16T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:16:18.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consciência da Morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/louisiana_crosses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/louisiana_crosses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No fundo é o ego que teme a morte e com justa razão. Diante da morte, o ego se reduz ao que sempre foi: nada. Porque a morte não é a negação da vida, mas sim a negação do ego. A vida se sustenta com a morte. A vida de nossos corpos se nutre com a morte de animais e plantas, do mesmo modo que estes se nutrem da nossa própria morte." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filósofo Heidegger nos fala que: "viver não é outra coisa que viver a própria morte. Desde que se nasce, já se é bastante velho para morrer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que, viver não é outra coisa que viver a própria morte?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114250057861391369?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114250057861391369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114250057861391369&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114250057861391369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114250057861391369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/conscincia-da-morte.html' title='Consciência da Morte'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114238013320211396</id><published>2006-03-15T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:59:51.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/playing-football-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/playing-football-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"A vida é uma oportunidade, aproveite-a...A vida é beleza, admire-a...A vida é felicidade, deguste-a...A vida é um sonho, torne-o realidade...A vida é um desafio, enfrente-o...A vida é um dever, cumpra-o...A vida é um jogo, jogue-o...A vida é preciosa, cuide dela...A vida é uma riqueza, conserve-a...A vida é amor, goze-o...A vida é um mistério, descubra-o...A vida é promessa, cumpra-a...A vida é tristeza, supere-a...A vida é um hino, cante-o...A vida é uma luta, aceite-a...A vida é aventura, arrisque-a...A vida é alegria, mereça-a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A vida é vida, defenda-a..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ontem foi embora. Amanhã ainda não veio. Temos somente hoje, comecemos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ontem&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madre Teresa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que a vida é o nosso maior mistério?&lt;/span&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/21313043-114238013320211396?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114238013320211396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114238013320211396&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114238013320211396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114238013320211396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/vida.html' title='A vida'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114215592263241675</id><published>2006-03-14T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:18:58.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dádiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/oldman_focus_whiteborder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/oldman_focus_whiteborder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A maior dádiva do mundo é sermos felizes num mundo que nos deixa triste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que, poderemos ser felizes num mundo triste?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114215592263241675?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114215592263241675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114215592263241675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114215592263241675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114215592263241675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/ddiva.html' title='Dádiva'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114215447705070846</id><published>2006-03-13T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:49:10.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lógica e amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/96034294_c79379e074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/96034294_c79379e074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A amizade exige lógica porque a amizade é incompatível com a manipulação. Manipulamos uma pessoa quando a usamos como um mero meio para os nossos fins, sem ter qualquer respeito pela sua inteligência nem pelos seus interesses. Manipular ou tentar manipular alguém é de tal forma grave que Kant pensava ser esse um dos princípios fundamentais da ética: nunca devemos tratar os outros como meios, mas sempre como fins, defendia ele. O que Kant queria dizer é que não podemos tratar os outros como se não tivessem capacidade autónoma para pensar e deliberar por si mesmos. Isto significa que se discordamos de alguém, ou se achamos que essa pessoa deve fazer uma coisa e não outra, o que temos a fazer é dialogar com a sua razão, com a sua capacidade para avaliar ideias criticamente, e não tentar persuadi-la irracionalmente a fazer ou a pensar o que, se lhes déssemos oportunidade para pensar claramente, ela não quereria fazer nem pensar. A amizade exige lógica porque a amizade exige respeito e respeitar a lógica numa troca de ideias é respeitar a humanidade da outra pessoa: a sua capacidade para deliberar, para pensar, para argumentar.&lt;br /&gt;Em conclusão, há uma concepção deficiente da amizade (que não compreende que esta é incompatível com a manipulação) e da lógica (que não compreende que esta é uma das actividades humanas por excelência) que as coloca em campos opostos. Corrigidas estas incompreensões, a lógica e a amizade reencontram as suas relações mútuas no seio do que nos faz humanos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que, a amizade tem alguma lógica?&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/21313043-114215447705070846?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114215447705070846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114215447705070846&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114215447705070846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114215447705070846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/lgica-e-amizade.html' title='Lógica e amizade'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114185809350298407</id><published>2006-03-10T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:18:56.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/107163751_f3b0c57079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/107163751_f3b0c57079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sou agora, apenas o vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;que se instalou feito um morador em minha casa da alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um vazio transbordante de sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;que se esvairam conforme o tempo passou, numa súplica de não me deixe, não me esqueça, não me leve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apenas um ôco sensível e redundante, que envelheceu em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;junto com as marcas deteriorantes das lembranças felizes e infelizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Soni@ Pallone"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que existe um vazio em nós, por muito felizes que sejamos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tenham um óptimo fim-de-semana! Volto na segunda feira.&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/21313043-114185809350298407?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114185809350298407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114185809350298407&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114185809350298407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114185809350298407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/vazio.html' title='Vazio'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114177481388240728</id><published>2006-03-09T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:22:42.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violência contra a mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/must-go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/must-go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Destacamos que, por violência contra a mulher, se entende todo o  acto de violência perpetrado por qualquer pessoa no lar, na família ou na comunidade, bem como os actos perpetrados ou tolerados pelo Estado, inclusive em conflitos armados. A violência contra a mulher é uma manifestação de discriminação baseada no sexo. Reafirmamos que o direito de toda a mulher a não ser submetida a actos de violência inclui o direito a não ser objecto desse tipo de discriminação e o direito de gozar de igual protecção perante a lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que, a violência contra a mulher é um fenômeno que revela a relação de desigualdade entre homens e mulheres existente em nossa sociedade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114177481388240728?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114177481388240728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114177481388240728&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114177481388240728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114177481388240728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/violncia-contra-mulher.html' title='Violência contra a mulher'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114174822759498810</id><published>2006-03-08T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:45:42.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/the%20coleur%20of%20love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/the%20coleur%20of%20love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/Afghan_69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/Afghan_69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O Dia Internacional da Mulher, 8 de março, está intimamente ligado aos movimentos feministas que buscavam mais dignidade para as mulheres e sociedades mais justas e igualitárias. É a partir da Revolução Industrial, em 1789, que estas reivindicações tomam maior vulto com a exigência de melhores condições de trabalho, acesso à cultura e igualdade entre os sexos. As operárias desta época eram submetidas à um sistema desumano de trabalho, com jornadas de 12 horas diárias, espancamentos e ameaças sexuais. Dentro deste contexto, 129 tecelãs da fábrica de tecidos Cotton, de Nova Iorque, decidiram paralisar seus trabalhos, reivindicando o direito à jornada de 10 horas. Era 8 de março de 1857, data da primeira greve norte-americana conduzida somente por mulheres. A polícia reprimiu violentamente a manifestação fazendo com que as operárias refugiassem-se dentro da fábrica. Os donos da empresa, junto com os policiais, trancaram-nas no local e atearam fogo, matando carbonizadas todas as tecelãs. Em 1910, durante a II Conferência Internacional de Mulheres, realizada na Dinamarca, foi proposto que o dia 8 de março fosse declarado Dia Internacional da Mulher em homenagem às operárias de Nova Iorque. A partir de então esta data começou a ser comemorada no mundo inteiro como homenagem as mulheres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que há ainda mulheres no Mundo, sem o direito à dignidade e o viver em sociedades mais justas e igualitárias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114174822759498810?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114174822759498810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114174822759498810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114174822759498810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114174822759498810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/mulher.html' title='Mulher'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114158857174706308</id><published>2006-03-06T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T14:41:33.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="FILTER: xray" name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/d/david_gilmour/on_an_island_927805.asx  " width="418" height="320" type="application/x-mplayer2" autoplay="false" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" autosize="true" loop="false" enablecontextmenu="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="209" src="http://www.icommag.com/august-2005/images/august-media-central-david-gilmour-pink-floyd.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img height="208" src="http://efigies.vis.ne.jp/p/emc/pict/david1_1.jpg" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="189" src="http://www.geocities.com/volga_777/pictures/visitors/da4.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;img height="189" src="http://www.wasuvi.com/images/1120gilmourcbe.jpg" width="147" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;David Gilmour começou a tocar em 1963 nos Joker´s Wild, que mudou de nome para Flowers em 1967, tendo acabado nesse mesmo ano.&lt;br /&gt;Formou então os Bullitt e juntou-se depois aos Pink Floyd em Janeiro do ano seguinte. Após a saída de Syd Barrett, meses depois, Gilmour assume o papel de guitarrista principal. A crítica especializada reconhece-lhe um «estilo brilhante» e «um inovador no uso de efeitos sonoros na guitarra». O primeiro álbum a solo foi editado na Primavera de 1978, o segundo, intitulado «About face» foi editado em 1984.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Será que alguém se lembra do guitarrista e vocalista dos Pink Floyd, que hoje festeja os seus 60 anos?&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/21313043-114158857174706308?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114158857174706308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114158857174706308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114158857174706308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114158857174706308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/feliz-aniversrio.html' title='Feliz Aniversário'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114087146905562821</id><published>2006-03-04T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:31:58.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refugiados um drama que assola o mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/Afghan_100.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/Afghan_100.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Conflitos armados, perseguições políticas, religiosas e étnicas, a que se juntam brutais catástrofes físicas têm provocado milhões de mortos e cortejos intermináveis de populações em fuga por todo o mundo. A maioria destes dramas podiam ser evitados, outros nem tanto, embora quase sempre pudessem ser reduzidos o número de mortes. Uma coisa é certa o panorama a nível mundial é assustador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Os conflitos armados, freqüentemente, provocaram movimentos de civis em grande escala, tanto dentro de um país como entre fronteiras. O Direito Internacional Humanitário proíbe expressamente os deslocamentos forçados de civis em conflitos armados internacionais e não internacionais e concede proteção quando, concretamente, ocorre algum deslocamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Será que, os refugiados muçulmanos, constituem uma ameaça perigosa para o ocidente?&lt;/span&gt; &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/21313043-114087146905562821?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114087146905562821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114087146905562821&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114087146905562821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114087146905562821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/refugiados-um-drama-que-assola-o-mundo.html' title='Refugiados um drama que assola o mundo'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114133962923859883</id><published>2006-03-03T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:03:10.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/photo%20by%20Fabio%20Sabatini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/photo%20by%20Fabio%20Sabatini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Photo by: Fabio Sabatini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do ponto de vista da cor, pode-se dizer que cada uma delas possui significado próprio; como regra geral, as cores escuras exprimem depressão e melancolia, e as cores claras alegria e descontração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. As pessoas voltadas para o exterior gostam das cores quentes. Exemplo: amarelo, laranja e vermelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. As pessoas egocêntricas ou voltadas para o interior preferem as cores frias, já que não precisam de estímulos externos. Exemplo: azul, lilás, violeta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3.As pessoas emocionalmente suscetíveis reagem de forma livre às cores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. As pessoas emocionalmente inibidas muitas vezes se abalam com as cores, porque se lhes intromete na vida interior, que buscam esconder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5.As pessoas emocionalmente indiferentes ou fleugmáticas têm, em geral, personalidade rígida, não sendo susceptíveis, ou sendo pouco afectada pelas vibrações delicadas das cores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que do ponto de vista psicológico, a cor nos afecta fisicamente, emocionalmente e mentalmente?&lt;/span&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/21313043-114133962923859883?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114133962923859883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114133962923859883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114133962923859883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114133962923859883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/cor.html' title='A Cor'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113787701808321872</id><published>2006-03-02T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T14:02:05.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por vezes fico a pensar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/pb171987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 402px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/pb171987.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O direito à vida não deveria comportar discussões nem ser objecto de polémicas, pois representa o mais sagrado direito do homem: o direito de existir. Todos os demais direitos, direito à saúde, direito à propriedade, direito a ter e criar filhos, direito de se expressar etc., são decorrentes do direito que o homem tem de nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que alguém se preocupa com os seus direitos?&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/21313043-113787701808321872?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113787701808321872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113787701808321872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113787701808321872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113787701808321872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/03/por-vezes-fico-pensar.html' title='Por vezes fico a pensar...'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114099012300625800</id><published>2006-02-28T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:29:27.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/104231299_aa532f05ef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/104231299_aa532f05ef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;São várias as versões sobre a origem da palavra CARNAVAL. No dialeto milanês CARNEVALE quer dizer: "o tempo em que se tira o uso da carne", pois o CARNAVAL é propriamente a noite anterior à quarta-feira de cinzas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que o carnaval é a maior manifestação de cultura popular, ao lado do futebol ?&lt;/span&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/21313043-114099012300625800?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114099012300625800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114099012300625800&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114099012300625800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114099012300625800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114108133604863757</id><published>2006-02-28T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:18:47.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Correntes blogosféricas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero agradecer o convite do GR.&lt;br /&gt;Seguem-se as manias:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;1 - Mania:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Não sou nada&lt;/span&gt; (a mania que sou um Zé Ninguém)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2 - Mania:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Nunca serei nada&lt;/span&gt; (a mania de contrariar-me a mim próprio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;3 - Mania:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;&amp;shy;Não posso querer nada&lt;/span&gt; (a mania que não tenho direito a nada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;4 - Mania:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo...&lt;/span&gt; (a mania de ser um sonhador)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;5 - Mania:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt; (a mania de copiar as palavras do  Fernando Pessoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para não quebrar a corrente, é suposto enviar este desafio das manias a outros cinco bloggers. Não vou fazer isso. Desafio as pessoas que aqui comentam a escreverem sobre as suas cinco manias.&lt;br /&gt;Venham de lá essas manias…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114108133604863757?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114108133604863757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114108133604863757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114108133604863757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114108133604863757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/correntes-blogosfricas.html' title='Correntes blogosféricas'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114094625744830455</id><published>2006-02-27T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:19:46.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O riso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/BigHat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/BigHat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O riso manifesta-se em diferentes contextos e em diferentes locais públicos, como centros comerciais, salas de aula, ruas, etc. Trata-se de situações sociais, momentos de felicidade, prazer e brincadeiras. Mas o riso não é somente uma manifestação de alegria. O riso atenua a hostilidade e a agressão, promovendo o comportamento amigável. O riso desempenha, assim, um importante papel na comunicação e nas relações humanas. Exerce uma função social relevante. Por outro lado, o riso é inato e uma das primeiras experiências da vida humana. Ele permite-nos interagir como indivíduos com o grupo social no qual nos inserimos, assim como aliviar as tensões sociais do quotidiano. Para além de constituir alívio de tensão, o riso é também a expressão de emoções positivas. A noção de que “ o riso é um bom remédio” é verdadeira. O riso diminui o stress, a ansiedade e a dor, e relaxa a tensão muscular. Há um conjunto de reacções fisiológicas que são desencadeadas pelo riso: fortifica o sistema imunológico, activa o sistema cardiovascular e promove mudanças hormonais benéficas, entre outras. Desta forma, o riso poderá ser considerado um protector da saúde. O humor beneficia o corpo e o espírito. Do ponto de vista psicológico, e citando Gérard Jugnot, “ o riso é como um limpador de pára-brisa; ele nos permite rodar em frente mesmo que continue chovendo”. Em suma, tal como Freud afirma, “ Assim como a sagacidade e o engraçado, o humorismo possui em si um elemento libertador. Porém, também possui algo subtil e animador, que falta nas duas outras formas de extrair prazer de uma actividade intelectual. Sem dúvida, o que há de subtil nele é o triunfo do narcisismo, afirmativa, vitoriosa do ego sobre a sua própria invulnerabilidade. Recusa-se a ser ferido pelas flechas da realidade ou ser compelido a sofrer. Insiste em ficar imune aos ferimentos do mundo exterior, na verdade, que estes são apenas oportunidades para alcançar o prazer. Este último traço é uma característica fundamental do riso”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que o riso tem um importante papel na comunicação e nas relações humanas?&lt;/strong&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/21313043-114094625744830455?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114094625744830455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114094625744830455&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114094625744830455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114094625744830455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-riso.html' title='O riso'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114081356339450460</id><published>2006-02-24T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:39:23.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por motivos profissionais, estou afastado do meu próprio computador, por isso mesmo peço desculpa por esta pequena interrupção, voltarei assim que minha missão longe de casa termine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114081356339450460?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114081356339450460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114081356339450460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114081356339450460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114081356339450460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/por-motivos-profissionais-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114021076055736740</id><published>2006-02-21T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:21:01.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Água</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/AGUA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/AGUA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Somália, recursos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;naturais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Atualmente, o ser humano utiliza 54% da água doce acessível dos rios, lagos e aquíferos; se continuar aumentando a sua utilização no ritmo actual, dentro de 25 anos a humanidade absorverá 90% da água doce disponível no planeta, deixando apenas 10% para as outras espécies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que, enquanto o poço não seca, não conhecemos o valor da água?&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/21313043-114021076055736740?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114021076055736740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114021076055736740&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114021076055736740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114021076055736740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/gua.html' title='Água'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114013226376733607</id><published>2006-02-20T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T09:09:42.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/96008582_a470c4a8fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/96008582_a470c4a8fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Um tribunal de justiça italiano tem que decidir sobre a existência histórica de Jesus Cristo e se a Igreja Católica viola alguma lei por ensinar que Cristo existiu há cerca de 2.000 anos.&lt;br /&gt;O confronto legal envolve dois septuagenários que foram amigos e durante a juventude estudaram no mesmo seminário num povoado italiano.&lt;br /&gt;No banco dos réus está Enrico Righi, que continuou os estudos no seminário até ser ordenado sacerdote. Atualmente ele escreve para um jornal da igreja.&lt;br /&gt;O autor da acção, Luigi Cascioli, tornou-se ateu declarado e depois de insistir durante vários anos conseguiu o direito de ser ouvido pela corte, ao final deste mês. A disputa teria se iniciado depois que o Padre Righi contradisse os argumentos expostos num livro de Cascioli. Este último não gostou e optou por apresentar um processo perante a justiça italiana.&lt;br /&gt;Cascioli afirma que Righi, e por extensão a Igreja Católica, violaram as leis italianas em pelo menos dois artigos. Uma das faltas cometidas seria violar a lei de "Abuso dei Credulità Popolare" (Abuso das crenças populares), criada para proteger as pessoas contra roubos e fraudes. A segunda lei seria "Sostituzione dei Pessoa" (similar à lei sobre falsidade ideológica).&lt;br /&gt;Segundo Cascioli, a Igreja construiu a idéia de Jesus Cristo baseada na identidade de Juan de Gamala, um judeu que teria lutado contra o Império Romano. "Em meu livro, 'A Fábula de Cristo', apresento provas de que Jesus não existiu como figura histórica. Ele (Righi) agora deve refutar isto mostrando provas da existência de Cristo”, disse Cascioli.&lt;br /&gt;Por sua vez, o Padre Righi afirmou que há numerosos textos históricos que respaldam a existência de Jesus e acrescentou: "se Cascioli não vê o sol no céu ao meio-dia, não pode me processar porque eu vejo e ele não".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;link:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/europe/01/22/christ.book.ap/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://edition.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/europe/01/22/christ.book.ap/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que Jesus Cristo existiu mesmo?&lt;/span&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/21313043-114013226376733607?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114013226376733607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114013226376733607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114013226376733607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114013226376733607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/jesus-cristo.html' title='Jesus Cristo'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114008021985261812</id><published>2006-02-16T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:56:59.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferenças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/Afghan_66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/Afghan_66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/Afghan_63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/Afghan_63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Antes de compreendermos e aceitarmos a diferença do outro, devemos compreender e aceitar a nossa própria diferença. Devemos também não nos culpar por não sermos como o outro quer que sejamos. Devemos reconhecer que podemos errar, que somos limitados e que não atenderemos sempre ás expectativas dos outros. Assim, começamos a perceber que não é dificil conviver com o diferente, mas é difícil pararmos de agir com o outro como se esse outro fosse nossa extensão ou como se fosse nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Será que, embora acha diferenças entre nós há muito mais coisas que nos unem?&lt;/span&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/21313043-114008021985261812?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114008021985261812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114008021985261812&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114008021985261812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114008021985261812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/diferenas.html' title='Diferenças'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-114000459728337975</id><published>2006-02-15T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T04:07:18.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Aberto (China)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/81351129_49e6f0289c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/81351129_49e6f0289c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/75518493_9294795b70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/75518493_9294795b70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que alguma coisa está a mudar na China?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;p class="storytitle"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOGLE NA CHINA !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="storytitle"&gt;Estas são as imagens que você encontra quando procura a palavra "Tiananmen Square" no GOOGLE &lt;a href="http://images.google.se/images?q=tiananmen&amp;hl=sv&amp;amp;btnG=S%F6k+bilder"&gt;free world&lt;/a&gt;, e aqui as imagens quando procura a mesma palavra no GOOGLE &lt;a href="http://images.google.cn/images?q=%22tiananmen&amp;hl=zh-CN"&gt;Chinese get&lt;/a&gt; , conclusão a mesma palavra, resultados diferentes.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/320/google_china.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-114000459728337975?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/114000459728337975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=114000459728337975&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114000459728337975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/114000459728337975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/amor-aberto-china.html' title='Amor Aberto (China)'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113987615952694545</id><published>2006-02-14T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:19:06.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day (Dia dos Namorados)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/dia%20dos%20namorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/dia%20dos%20namorados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;alavras para quê ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/21313043-113987615952694545?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113987615952694545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113987615952694545&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113987615952694545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113987615952694545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day (Dia dos Namorados)'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113968032918689626</id><published>2006-02-13T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T16:18:43.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novos Velhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/kepeslap_1502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/kepeslap_1502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O que torna a velhice tão melancólica é o desaparecimento não de nossas alegrias, mas sim de nossas esperanças. A idade não depende dos anos, mas sim do temperamento e da saúde; umas pessoas já nascem velhas, outras jamais envelhecem.&lt;br /&gt;A juventude é um disparate, a idade adulta uma batalha, a velhice uma saudade. (Disraeli)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que, os homens se assemelham aos vinhos: a idade estraga os mais e melhora os bons? &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/21313043-113968032918689626?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113968032918689626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113968032918689626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113968032918689626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113968032918689626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/novos-velhos.html' title='Novos Velhos'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113948965696937927</id><published>2006-02-10T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T11:59:29.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agostinho da Silva ( PENSADOR)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;“São meus discípulos, se alguns tenho, os que estão contra mim; porque esses guardaram no fundo da alma a força que verdadeiramente me anima e que mais desejaria transmitir-lhes: a de se não conformarem”.&lt;br /&gt;Agostinho da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que a filosofia é uma reflexão sobre as ciências exactas, como em Descartes ou Leibniz, e em caso algum de fé, como em Espinosa ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113948965696937927?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113948965696937927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113948965696937927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113948965696937927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113948965696937927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/agostinho-da-silva-pensador.html' title='Agostinho da Silva ( PENSADOR)'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113948673320678848</id><published>2006-02-09T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T04:05:33.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mata Ratos ( TABACO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/1098716461_gal_crw_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/1098716461_gal_crw_0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;A tragédia do vício de fumar provoca a morte de 3.500.000 pessoas por ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que deixar de fumar é uma decisão individual que pode ser facilitada (ou dificultada) pelas pessoas que rodeiam o fumador?&lt;br /&gt;&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/21313043-113948673320678848?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113948673320678848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113948673320678848&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113948673320678848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113948673320678848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/mata-ratos-tabaco.html' title='Mata Ratos ( TABACO)'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113933669783093792</id><published>2006-02-08T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:26:48.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegria de viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/01252006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/01252006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que há momentos em nossas vidas, em que nem tudo é triste?&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/21313043-113933669783093792?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113933669783093792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113933669783093792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113933669783093792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113933669783093792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/alegria-de-viver.html' title='Alegria de viver'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113892406436894413</id><published>2006-02-02T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:50:36.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUTEBOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/tongo%20fan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/tongo%20fan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/GONGO%20FOOTBALL%20FAN.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/GONGO%20FOOTBALL%20FAN.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fans de futebol do Tongo e do Gongo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que é alto o percentual, em termos de espaço, que o assunto futebol ocupa nas páginas dos nossos jornais ?&lt;/strong&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/21313043-113892406436894413?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113892406436894413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113892406436894413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113892406436894413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113892406436894413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/02/futebol.html' title='FUTEBOL'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113854761873716793</id><published>2006-01-30T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:15:37.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleições</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/20050812elpepuint_2_I_LCO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/20050812elpepuint_2_I_LCO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/fatah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/fatah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O Hamas ganhou as eleições, o mundo, ainda em estado de choque, começa a perceber que afinal era previsível, ou muito provável que o povo palestino fizesse essa escolha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que os ditos maus, estão a ganhar terreno e mais popularidade ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113854761873716793?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113854761873716793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113854761873716793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113854761873716793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113854761873716793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/eleies.html' title='Eleições'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113852533360644798</id><published>2006-01-29T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:05:12.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holocausto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/holocausto.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/holocausto.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;A 27 de Janeiro de 1945, foi libertado o Campo de Extermínio de Auschwitz, onde morreram cerca de 1,5 milhões de pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que poderemos esquecer todos os horrores do Holocausto. Sobretudo, quando nos dias de hoje ainda há muitos que negam a sua existência, como por exemplo, o Presidente de Irão Mahmoud Ahmadinejad ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/21313043-113852533360644798?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113852533360644798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113852533360644798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113852533360644798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113852533360644798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/holocausto.html' title='Holocausto'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113843847187089509</id><published>2006-01-28T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:54:31.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viúvas do Afganistão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/Afghan_68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/320/Afghan_68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/22222pixlog27010603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/320/22222pixlog27010603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Viúvas à espera de comida num posto da ONU no Afganistão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Será que  comida é o ùnico direito que ainda vai restando a estas mulheres ?&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/21313043-113843847187089509?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113843847187089509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113843847187089509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113843847187089509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113843847187089509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/vivas-do-afganisto.html' title='Viúvas do Afganistão'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113830400305806978</id><published>2006-01-26T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T18:40:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOSART</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.elisanet.fi/francisco.viegas/audienceapplaud.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.elisanet.fi/francisco.viegas/audienceapplaud.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/Mozart"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/Mozart%27s%20Piano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Será que alguém se lembra do aniversário de Wolfgang Mosart ?&lt;br /&gt;&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/21313043-113830400305806978?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113830400305806978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113830400305806978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113830400305806978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113830400305806978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/mosart.html' title='MOSART'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113829008467260438</id><published>2006-01-26T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T07:47:22.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROTESTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/An%20Iranian%20lies%20on%20the%20road%20after%20setting%20himself%20on%20fire.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/An%20Iranian%20lies%20on%20the%20road%20after%20setting%20himself%20on%20fire.0.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/protesto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/protesto.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Será que é esta a expressão do protesto daqueles que vivem num sofrimento verdadeiro?&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/21313043-113829008467260438?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113829008467260438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113829008467260438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113829008467260438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113829008467260438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/protesto.html' title='PROTESTO'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113819725212098640</id><published>2006-01-25T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:03:13.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIOLÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/LKRc2898_Protesto.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/LKRc2898_Protesto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Será que a violência pode ser interpretada como uma tentativa de corrigir o que o diálogo não foi capaz de resolver ?&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/21313043-113819725212098640?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113819725212098640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113819725212098640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113819725212098640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113819725212098640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/violncia.html' title='VIOLÊNCIA'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113808745822663660</id><published>2006-01-23T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:04:19.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLOBALIZAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/dsc_5072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/dsc_5072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Será que esta imagem reflecte os efeitos da globalização?&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/21313043-113808745822663660?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113808745822663660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113808745822663660&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113808745822663660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113808745822663660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/globalizao.html' title='GLOBALIZAÇÃO'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113792631376911270</id><published>2006-01-22T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:01:59.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTUPEFACÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/idosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/idosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Será que há alguém neste Mundo que consiga parar todas as injustiças?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113792631376911270?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113792631376911270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113792631376911270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113792631376911270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113792631376911270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/estupefaco.html' title='ESTUPEFACÇÃO'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113792558448107723</id><published>2006-01-22T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T07:04:11.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justiça</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma, ms sans serif;font-size:9;color:#2693ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#2693ff;"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; WIDTH: 100%; COLOR: #353c68; FONT-FAMILY: arial, tahoma, sans-serif; TEXT-DECORATION: none; font-width: bold" href="http://www.rawa.org/zarmeena.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="image2" height="77" alt="Public Execution in Kabul" src="http://www.rawa.org/zarmeena.jpg" width="110" align="center" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rawa.org/zarmeena.htm"&gt;http://www.rawa.org/zarmeena.htm&lt;/a&gt;"Public Execution in Kabul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Siga o link para ver com seus próprios olhos esta execução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peço desculpa mas algumas imagens foram retiradas, por poderem perturbar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Será esta a justiça dos nossos tempos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/21313043-113792558448107723?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113792558448107723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113792558448107723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113792558448107723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113792558448107723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/justia.html' title='Justiça'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113792407648997974</id><published>2006-01-22T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:50:52.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não consigo perceber...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/89355506_c4d5eddab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/320/89355506_c4d5eddab1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que temos que perceber alguma coisa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113792407648997974?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113792407648997974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113792407648997974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113792407648997974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113792407648997974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-consigo-perceber.html' title='Não consigo perceber...'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113792386798771522</id><published>2006-01-22T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:57:47.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PORQUÊ ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/pulitzer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/320/pulitzer1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que podemos ficar indiferentes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113792386798771522?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113792386798771522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113792386798771522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113792386798771522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113792386798771522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/porqu.html' title='PORQUÊ ?'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113792347584531108</id><published>2006-01-22T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:51:15.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/famine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/320/famine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Será que a comida não chega para todos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113792347584531108?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113792347584531108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113792347584531108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113792347584531108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113792347584531108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/fome.html' title='FOME'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113787715991701496</id><published>2006-01-21T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:38:51.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O TEMPO QUE FALTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/kepeslap_1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/kepeslap_1503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Será que o tempo que nos resta, é suficiente para realizar todos aqueles sonhos que acumulamos durante a vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113787715991701496?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113787715991701496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113787715991701496&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113787715991701496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113787715991701496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-tempo-que-falta.html' title='O TEMPO QUE FALTA'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113787708081590229</id><published>2006-01-21T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:41:42.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINAIS DO TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/BarbieFan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/BarbieFan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Será que valeu a pena todo aquele trabalho, todas aquelas preocupações?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113787708081590229?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113787708081590229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113787708081590229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113787708081590229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113787708081590229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/sinais-do-tempo.html' title='SINAIS DO TEMPO'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113787896905363354</id><published>2006-01-20T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:47:21.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/89009158_d5d78eb613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/89009158_d5d78eb613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que lembrar-se-ão de mim ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113787896905363354?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113787896905363354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113787896905363354&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113787896905363354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113787896905363354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/uma-vida.html' title='UMA VIDA'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113794686230535825</id><published>2006-01-20T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:21:02.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/michaeljackson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/michaeljackson1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que a transformação vale a pena?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113794686230535825?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113794686230535825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113794686230535825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113794686230535825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113794686230535825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/transformao.html' title='TRANSFORMAÇÃO'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113794707821175756</id><published>2006-01-20T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:24:38.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MÚSICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/viulino.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/viulino.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que a música nos enche o coração?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113794707821175756?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113794707821175756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113794707821175756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113794707821175756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113794707821175756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/msica.html' title='MÚSICA'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113794759493201527</id><published>2006-01-20T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:33:14.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLIDÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/SolidaoaoSol[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/SolidaoaoSol%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Será que a solidão e única companhia na velhice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113794759493201527?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113794759493201527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113794759493201527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113794759493201527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113794759493201527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/solido.html' title='SOLIDÃO'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21313043.post-113794837832296532</id><published>2006-01-20T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:46:18.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SERÁ QUE ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/1600/ZZZZZZZZZ54504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5971/2154/400/ZZZZZZZZZ54504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21313043-113794837832296532?l=jornalvivo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/feeds/113794837832296532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21313043&amp;postID=113794837832296532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113794837832296532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21313043/posts/default/113794837832296532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jornalvivo.blogspot.com/2006/01/ser-que.html' title='SERÁ QUE ?'/><author><name>Lacobrigense</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://p1.xanga.com/17/cc/17cca488871183f2a8003954ca1f2d5c9114888.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
