<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405</id><updated>2009-11-26T12:55:13.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Som &amp; Tom</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog de cantora que também pinta e escreve o que lhe vem à alma e ao coração.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>537</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-5856147115563843591</id><published>2009-11-26T01:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:22:20.787Z</updated><title type='text'>Ficam pra trás a Austrália e a África do Sul  ou O retorno do meu filhão GABRIEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3WZm4LuCI/AAAAAAAADME/gNN6uhqUhqc/s1600/S5004588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3WZm4LuCI/AAAAAAAADME/gNN6uhqUhqc/s320/S5004588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408214462963103778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A tia-dinda Verbena, dando aquele abraço que eu tanto gostaria de dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3WZZElNhI/AAAAAAAADL8/bYnlfpaV7JI/s1600/S5004589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3WZZElNhI/AAAAAAAADL8/bYnlfpaV7JI/s320/S5004589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408214459257009682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A tia nora, também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3WZDmTBtI/AAAAAAAADL0/l_lCat1MegQ/s1600/S5004591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3WZDmTBtI/AAAAAAAADL0/l_lCat1MegQ/s320/S5004591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408214453492844242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gabi entre o tio Luli, a prima Marina, o pai Zé Augusto, a dinda e a tia Nora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3WY_bzZ4I/AAAAAAAADLs/HaQFxScf4LU/s1600/S5004592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3WY_bzZ4I/AAAAAAAADLs/HaQFxScf4LU/s320/S5004592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408214452375086978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com o tio Roberto e o pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3WYuLbQZI/AAAAAAAADLk/RfZXYklG1oY/s1600/S5004593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3WYuLbQZI/AAAAAAAADLk/RfZXYklG1oY/s320/S5004593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408214447742992786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com Luli, o tio-dindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3V_MtyQXI/AAAAAAAADLc/quF90qL8PLY/s1600/S5004596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sw3V_MtyQXI/AAAAAAAADLc/quF90qL8PLY/s320/S5004596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408214009263571314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Novamente, com a comitiva de boas vindas.&lt;br /&gt;Pena ele ter chegado de madrugada. Se fosse num horário menos ingrato, teria tido uma recepção maior.&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é que ele está de volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, a minha saudade continua imensa!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-5856147115563843591?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/5856147115563843591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=5856147115563843591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/5856147115563843591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/5856147115563843591'/><link rel='alternate' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Swlod01L-LI/AAAAAAAADJU/9FQenXvQbuI/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Swlod01L-LI/AAAAAAAADJU/9FQenXvQbuI/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406967689242212530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Swlodq0Q_LI/AAAAAAAADJM/OzOKM50pjTU/s1600/IMG_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Swlodq0Q_LI/AAAAAAAADJM/OzOKM50pjTU/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406967686553992370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SwlodUY1SKI/AAAAAAAADJE/70ABu6nZluM/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SwlodUY1SKI/AAAAAAAADJE/70ABu6nZluM/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406967680533350562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi a primeira vez Juntos e foi muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;Estava lá a nossa fiel amiga Maroca, a nos passar boa energia.&lt;br /&gt;A Lurdes que, junto com o Vitor, comanda o restaurante, também enchia o lugar de alto astral e muita alegria.&lt;br /&gt;O público era animado e participante.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma noite como as que gosto muito e que já sentia muita falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, Bruno!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, Lurdes e Vítor!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, Maroca!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, a quem lá esteve&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Obrigada ao meu pessoal lá do outro lado do oceano!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-315862543309562162?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/315862543309562162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=315862543309562162&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/315862543309562162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/315862543309562162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/11/leticia-gabian-e-bruno-fonseca-no-o.html' title='Letícia Gabian e Bruno Fonseca no &quot;O Bispo&quot;, no Seixal, na sexta feira passada'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SwlodJqORVI/AAAAAAAADI8/LpO1dZYyp4A/s72-c/IMG_0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-4130532392228748387</id><published>2009-11-14T14:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:14:59.039Z</updated><title type='text'>Letícia Gabian e Bruno Fonseca</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lsv3AJMNMsE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lsv3AJMNMsE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bruno e eu, numa brincadeira séria de cantar e tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntos, estaremos na noite do dia 20 no restaurante &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O Bispo&lt;/span&gt;", no Seixal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareçam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-4130532392228748387?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/4130532392228748387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=4130532392228748387&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/4130532392228748387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/4130532392228748387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/11/leticia-gabian-e-bruno-fonseca.html' title='Letícia Gabian e Bruno Fonseca'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-7569369396581199969</id><published>2009-10-31T22:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:17:55.358Z</updated><title type='text'>A Garota de Ipanema, no Tejo Bar, em Alfama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Com Bruno Fonseca, pelos olhos de Mané do Café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JjZlscYiuJ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JjZlscYiuJ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="270" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-7569369396581199969?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/7569369396581199969/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=7569369396581199969&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/7569369396581199969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/7569369396581199969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-tejo-bar-em-alfama.html' title='A Garota de Ipanema, no Tejo Bar, em Alfama'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-5631938117337038182</id><published>2009-10-25T14:26:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:57:08.771Z</updated><title type='text'>Pra meu filho Gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele já não tem mais oito anos, é verdade. Mas, curioso como é, ainda tem muitas perguntas a respeito dele próprio e das mais variadas coisas nesse mundo (...não fosse ele um jornalista).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este vídeo da Adriana Calcanhoto, a música, a letra, a presença das crianças, tudo isto aguçou ainda mais a saudade do tempo do Gabriel menino (que não é nem um pouquito menor que a saudade do Gabriel de agora).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouçam e divirtam a criança que há em cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="220" width="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NM6qQRNfl0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NM6qQRNfl0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="220" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Partimpim - Oito Anos - Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oito Anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Paula Toller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que você é flamengo&lt;br /&gt;E meu pai botafogo?&lt;br /&gt;O que significa&lt;br /&gt;"impávido colosso"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que os ossos doem&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a gente dorme?&lt;br /&gt;Por que que os dentes caem?&lt;br /&gt;Por onde os filhos saem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que os dedos murcham&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou no banho?&lt;br /&gt;Por que as ruas enchem&lt;br /&gt;Quando está chovendo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto é mil trilhões&lt;br /&gt;Vezes infinito?&lt;br /&gt;Quem é jesus cristo?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão meus primos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel...(bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que o fogo queima?&lt;br /&gt;Por que a lua é branca?&lt;br /&gt;Por que a terra roda?&lt;br /&gt;Por que deitar agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que as cobras matam?&lt;br /&gt;Por que o vidro embaça?&lt;br /&gt;Por que você se pinta?&lt;br /&gt;Por que o tempo passa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que que a gente espirra?&lt;br /&gt;Por que as unhas crescem?&lt;br /&gt;Por que o sangue corre?&lt;br /&gt;Por que que a gente morre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que é feita a nuvem ?&lt;br /&gt;Do que é feita a neve?&lt;br /&gt;Como é que se escreve&lt;br /&gt;Reveillòn? well, well, well, gabriel...(bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-5631938117337038182?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/5631938117337038182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=5631938117337038182&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/5631938117337038182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/5631938117337038182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/10/pra-meu-filho-gabriel.html' title='Pra meu filho Gabriel'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-1566938320874375650</id><published>2009-10-19T19:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:56:26.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I A N</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sty1WA8uzPI/AAAAAAAADIM/a_4ZFkZmans/s1600-h/estrela.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sty1WA8uzPI/AAAAAAAADIM/a_4ZFkZmans/s400/estrela.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394385843499486450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 anos - 18 de outubro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-1566938320874375650?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/1566938320874375650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/1566938320874375650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-n.html' title='I A N'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Sty1WA8uzPI/AAAAAAAADIM/a_4ZFkZmans/s72-c/estrela.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-3838775302290082420</id><published>2009-10-11T18:50:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:17:53.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando a natureza é ilusionista...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StIbDdCeFTI/AAAAAAAADH8/buypGh9YYoM/s1600-h/P1090827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StIbDdCeFTI/AAAAAAAADH8/buypGh9YYoM/s400/P1090827.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StIbCwuWl-I/AAAAAAAADH0/Ahkg2OYuw7A/s1600-h/P1090822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StIbCwuWl-I/AAAAAAAADH0/Ahkg2OYuw7A/s400/P1090822.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StIbDtQwBWI/AAAAAAAADIE/64RfngozZyo/s1600-h/P1090821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StIbDtQwBWI/AAAAAAAADIE/64RfngozZyo/s400/P1090821.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StIbCnEjH4I/AAAAAAAADHs/kvJk8XXTs7E/s1600-h/P1090825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StIbCnEjH4I/AAAAAAAADHs/kvJk8XXTs7E/s400/P1090825.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perguntamos... Se da terra brotaram pássaros e se esses pássaros, distraídos, ao alçarem vôo, por cá deixaram algumas de suas plumas e penas...&lt;br /&gt;Ou...&lt;br /&gt;Se foram os anjos caídos que, ao tornarem-se mortais, plantaram jardins com as suas asas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As fotos são de autoria do meu Zé, um poeta do olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-3838775302290082420?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/3838775302290082420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=3838775302290082420&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/3838775302290082420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/3838775302290082420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/10/quando-natureza-e-ilusionista.html' title='Quando a natureza é ilusionista...'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StIbDdCeFTI/AAAAAAAADH8/buypGh9YYoM/s72-c/P1090827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-3717428672161805929</id><published>2009-10-10T19:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:37:59.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao nosso querido Roger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acabamos de saber da sua perda e conhecemos o tamanho da tua dor.&lt;br /&gt;Na impossibilidade daquele abraço apertado, deixo aqui um pouquinho da nossa presença, apesar das estradas que nos separam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-3717428672161805929?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/3717428672161805929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=3717428672161805929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/3717428672161805929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/3717428672161805929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/10/ao-nosso-querido-roger.html' title='Ao nosso querido Roger'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-8987711877767525818</id><published>2009-10-10T14:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:56:54.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FOBIA ESPECÍFICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O que    é?&lt;a name="o que e"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   Anteriormente denominada fobia simples a fobia específica é o    medo persistente e recorrente a um determinado objeto ou circunstância    que desencadeia uma forte reação de &lt;a href="http://www.psicosite.com.br/tra/ans/ansiedade.htm"&gt;ansiedade&lt;/a&gt;,    sempre que apresentado ao paciente fóbico.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psicosite.com.br/tra/ans/fobias.htm#topo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.psicosite.com.br/separa_topo.gif" border="0" height="9" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Diagnóstico&lt;a name="diagnostico"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Os critérios para realização do diagnóstico exigem    as seguintes condições:&lt;br /&gt; um objeto claramente identificável (nos demais transtornos fóbicos    e ansiosos nem sempre o objeto é claramente identificável). Este    objeto sempre que apresentado desencadeia uma forte reação de    medo, ansiedade ou mal estar no paciente, podendo chegar a uma crise semelhante    a crise de &lt;a href="http://www.psicosite.com.br/tra/ans/panico.htm"&gt;pânico&lt;/a&gt;. Os adultos e adolescentes    reconhecem que esse medo é exagerado, mas as crianças não    necessariamente. Pelo critério norte americano o diagnóstico só    pode ser dado quando o objeto fóbico interfere na rotina do indivíduo.    Essa posição é passível de crítica não    representando a opinião desde site.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psicosite.com.br/tra/ans/fobias.htm#topo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.psicosite.com.br/separa_topo.gif" border="0" height="9" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Características&lt;a name="caracteristicas"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As fobias, em geral, caracterizam-se pela ausência de motivo para despertar    o medo constatado, ou por ser o medo exagerado diante do objeto fóbico.    As pessoas com fobia específica não apresentam uma história    de traumas, injúrias ou ameaças decorrentes da exposição    aos objetos mais comuns da fobia específica. Se isso acontecesse seria    necessário diferenciar a fobia específica do &lt;a href="http://www.psicosite.com.br/tra/ans/estrespos.htm"&gt;estresse    pós-traumático&lt;/a&gt;. Na maioria das vezes as pessoas com uma fobia    específica não são afetadas em sua rotina porque o objeto    fóbico não faz parte dela. Quando faz parte torna-se indicado    o tratamento.&lt;br /&gt; Há situações nas quais o objeto fóbico é    o mesmo da &lt;a href="http://www.psicosite.com.br/tra/ans/agorafobia.htm"&gt;agorafobia&lt;/a&gt;. A diferença entre    essas duas formas de fobia baseia-se no que o paciente pensa. Na fobia há    uma forte reação contrária ao objeto, sendo o objeto afastado,    a ansiedade some. Na agorafobia o medo é da dificuldade de sair de onde    esteja caso passe mal, o que não acontece na fobia específica.    Essa diferenciação é importante porque a fobia específica    é um problema isolado, já a agorafobia dificilmente vem sozinha,    geralmente antecede, vem junto ou depois de um quadro depressivo ou de pânico.  &lt;br /&gt; Esse transtorno geralmente é identificado na infância ou mesmo    na idade adulta. É um problema um pouco mais freqüente nas mulheres    e apesar de eventualmente levar a desmaios isso não significa nada especialmente    grave.&lt;br /&gt; A fobia específica é um transtorno pouco estudado pelo baixo comprometimento    que geralmente representa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psicosite.com.br/tra/ans/fobias.htm#topo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.psicosite.com.br/separa_topo.gif" border="0" height="9" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Objetos    mais comuns&lt;a name="objetos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Os objetos fóbicos mais comumente encontrados são fobia a animais    como cães, aranhas, lesmas. Medo de animais altamente perigosos como    cobras venenosas, jacarés, tigres não podem ser considerados patológicos.    Outras fobias comuns são de sangue, de águas rasas ou profundas,    trovões e tempestades, alturas, elevadores, aviões. A lista de    objetos fóbicos, contudo, não é restrita: qualquer objeto    desde que suscite uma resposta fóbica típica pode enquadrar os    critérios de fobia específica.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psicosite.com.br/tra/ans/fobias.htm#topo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.psicosite.com.br/separa_topo.gif" border="0" height="9" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Tratamento&lt;a name="tratamento"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pela pequena quantidade de pesquisas nessa área e por causa da pequena    demanda de tratamento há poucas pesquisas sobre o da fobia específica.    As medicações se mostram ineficazes e a terapia cognitivo-comportamental    apresentam resultados bastante satisfatórios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: Psicosite&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Rodrigo Marot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ref. Bibliograf:&lt;a href="http://www.psicosite.com.br/div/referencias.htm#liv01"&gt; Liv 01&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.psicosite.com.br/div/referencias.htm#liv02"&gt;Liv    02&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.psicosite.com.br/div/referencias.htm#liv14"&gt;Liv 14&lt;/a&gt; Arch Gen Psychiatry    2001; 58(3): 257-265&lt;br /&gt; The Genetic Epidemiology of Irrational Fears and Phobias in Men&lt;br /&gt; Kendler, Kenneth S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StCJ-qcSlkI/AAAAAAAADFM/sDQqvMOeWPo/s1600-h/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StCJ-qcSlkI/AAAAAAAADFM/sDQqvMOeWPo/s400/IMG_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390960463600326210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom mesmo era se a gente pudesse pendurar, num cantinho da parede, aquele medo irracional e, portanto, incontrolável... Tê-lo ali, paradinho, era garantia de uma vida mais cheia de sossego...  Isso é que era bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sofre de algum tipo desse medo malvado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-8987711877767525818?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/8987711877767525818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=8987711877767525818&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/8987711877767525818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/8987711877767525818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/10/fobia-especifica.html' title='FOBIA ESPECÍFICA'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/StCJ-qcSlkI/AAAAAAAADFM/sDQqvMOeWPo/s72-c/IMG_0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-644517243138397996</id><published>2009-10-02T17:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:51:30.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma mandala para os amigos Fátima e ZM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SsYvJ-w_kRI/AAAAAAAADFE/qf6-auPh6dY/s1600-h/Mandala_056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SsYvJ-w_kRI/AAAAAAAADFE/qf6-auPh6dY/s400/Mandala_056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388045852709196050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu já tinha prometido e sei que a Fátima gosta muito de &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;verde&lt;/span&gt;... Aqui está!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-644517243138397996?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/644517243138397996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=644517243138397996&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/644517243138397996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/644517243138397996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-mandala-para-os-amigos-fatima-e-zm.html' title='Uma mandala para os amigos Fátima e ZM'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SsYvJ-w_kRI/AAAAAAAADFE/qf6-auPh6dY/s72-c/Mandala_056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-5429812804112708424</id><published>2009-10-02T01:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:35:16.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas Mandalas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma para Maroca, por ela ser AICeT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SsVGzY542iI/AAAAAAAADEw/tDVpPgtTfws/s1600-h/Mandala_054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SsVGzY542iI/AAAAAAAADEw/tDVpPgtTfws/s400/Mandala_054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387790377891191330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A outra, para a &lt;a href="http://intuitifnews.blogspot.com/"&gt;INTUITIF&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Uma loja cheia de charme e cada dia mais visitada, requisitada e famosa... TiK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SsVHBZZjg0I/AAAAAAAADE4/9oP9VsakgHU/s1600-h/Mandala_049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SsVHBZZjg0I/AAAAAAAADE4/9oP9VsakgHU/s400/Mandala_049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387790618542179138" 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/28568405-5429812804112708424?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/5429812804112708424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=5429812804112708424&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/5429812804112708424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/5429812804112708424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/10/duas-mandalas.html' title='Duas Mandalas'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SsVGzY542iI/AAAAAAAADEw/tDVpPgtTfws/s72-c/Mandala_054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-137404457601970845</id><published>2009-09-30T19:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:15:29.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o meu Zé...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SsOqhY94wkI/AAAAAAAADEo/5s_IaynkaqM/s1600-h/Mandala_046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SsOqhY94wkI/AAAAAAAADEo/5s_IaynkaqM/s400/Mandala_046.jpg" alt="Mandala" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387337069879673410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; As cores com as quais colorimos a nossa vida, dia após dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-137404457601970845?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/137404457601970845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=137404457601970845&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/137404457601970845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/137404457601970845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/09/para-o-meu-ze.html' title='Para o meu Zé...'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SsOqhY94wkI/AAAAAAAADEo/5s_IaynkaqM/s72-c/Mandala_046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-3885413145831508338</id><published>2009-09-25T02:11:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:23:42.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempestade de Poeira - Testemunho do meu filho</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life on Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Estado do nascer do Sol amanheceu irreconhecível nesta quarta-feira, 23 de setembro de 2009. Uma tempestade de poeira encobriu o céu de Queensland a partir do início do dia, substituindo o tradicional azul celeste por um marrom escuro e obrigando o comércio a fechar as portas mais cedo. Em Brisbane, às 9h30 já se observava no horizonte os efeitos dessa tempestade, a mais extensa e densa vista nos últimos quarenta anos, conforme especialistas locais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Sydney, capital de New South Wales, as consequências foram ainda maiores. O fenômeno climático, que assumiu tonalidade avermelhada na maior e mais importante cidade australiana, fez com que os aeroportos interrompessem suas atividades por tempo indeterminado. Nas ruas, o que se tem visto ao longo do dia é um desfile de máscaras, jaquetas e casacos utilizados pela população para proteger-se das 16 mil toneladas de poeira que a cada hora são carregadas pela tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com a imprensa australiana, o fenômeno, que abrange uma área que vai da capital Camberra à Mackay, no norte do País, tem origem em ventos de mais de 100 km/h oriundos do Outback, região desértica localizada no centro da Austrália. Para os residentes de Brisbane, conforme publicado no jornal MX, a tempestade transformou a cidade em um cenário de ficção-científica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dead set, it looks like Doomsday or something out of science fiction, there’s this orange iridescent light. It’s like watching Independence Day or War of the Word’s. It’s an eerie, eerie thing… and I feel like having a shower”, disse um dos residentes ao periódico supramencionado, que estampou em sua matéria de capa a manchete Life on Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gabriel Pondé, de Brisbane (AUS), comendo poeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As fotos abaixo registram o Kangaroo Point, Spring Hill e o centro da cidade, respectivamente, do ponto de vista de meu flat, na esquina da Queen com a Adelaide Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrwbN8GZQBI/AAAAAAAADEg/-TRAvPDuJh4/s1600-h/australia+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrwbN8GZQBI/AAAAAAAADEg/-TRAvPDuJh4/s400/australia+006.jpg" alt="Australia Tempestade Areia" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385209180713467922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 242px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384550126889804658" alt="Brisbane, Kangaroo Point" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_obLfMcByRN4/SrnDz9SNI3I/AAAAAAAAAOI/OoFfqQnvmIw/s320/australia+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrwZPGqzvwI/AAAAAAAADEQ/za_ojGOuDec/s1600-h/australia+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrwZPGqzvwI/AAAAAAAADEQ/za_ojGOuDec/s400/australia+005.jpg" alt="Spring Hill" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385207001707167490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrwZI6tAvyI/AAAAAAAADEI/XCPrrNtGzlo/s1600-h/australia+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrwZI6tAvyI/AAAAAAAADEI/XCPrrNtGzlo/s400/australia+004.jpg" alt="Adelaide Street" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385206895415967522" 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/28568405-3885413145831508338?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/3885413145831508338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=3885413145831508338&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/3885413145831508338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/3885413145831508338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/09/tempestade-de-poeira-testemunho-do-meu.html' title='Tempestade de Poeira - Testemunho do meu filho'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrwbN8GZQBI/AAAAAAAADEg/-TRAvPDuJh4/s72-c/australia+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-5574205129508023997</id><published>2009-09-22T16:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:24:37.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma mandala de Carol Mulek - A Arte de colorir a vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Srjy7tbrxSI/AAAAAAAADEA/R2uzH6wUSTc/s1600-h/1c2aa-mandala-colorida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Srjy7tbrxSI/AAAAAAAADEA/R2uzH6wUSTc/s400/1c2aa-mandala-colorida.jpg" alt="Mandala colorida" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384320462143341858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carol,&lt;br /&gt;Fico muito feliz por te inspirar a usar as cores.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo grande no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-5574205129508023997?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/5574205129508023997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=5574205129508023997&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/5574205129508023997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/5574205129508023997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-mandala-de-carol-mulek-arte-de.html' title='Uma mandala de Carol Mulek - A Arte de colorir a vida'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/Srjy7tbrxSI/AAAAAAAADEA/R2uzH6wUSTc/s72-c/1c2aa-mandala-colorida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-5812100085129663578</id><published>2009-09-18T19:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:25:40.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>19 de setembro...Vinte e sete anos de festa no coração!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrPNoiGQa6I/AAAAAAAADD4/CC_kYJ9wnxg/s1600-h/OgAAABufN3d9SY_Xwuv9EQbcGs8YPJIqL_flNzvLJx4f54IqWt_4Peg9Ms2ijqcoT0YoiPcIgGEUzovKDLRI2KqVPtkAm1T1ULXT8u_G9eb5MdxUMN_Q-2jnYL1o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrPNoiGQa6I/AAAAAAAADD4/CC_kYJ9wnxg/s400/OgAAABufN3d9SY_Xwuv9EQbcGs8YPJIqL_flNzvLJx4f54IqWt_4Peg9Ms2ijqcoT0YoiPcIgGEUzovKDLRI2KqVPtkAm1T1ULXT8u_G9eb5MdxUMN_Q-2jnYL1o.jpg" alt="Gabriel" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382872075869383586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Especialmente hoje, todos os brindes serão à saúde do meu filhote &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GABRIEL&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que ele tenha uma vida brilhante e longa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que ele saiba amar a si próprio, tanto quanto eu o amo!&lt;br /&gt;Que ele encontre a mulher que o complete e que o faça cada dia mais feliz e mais amado!&lt;br /&gt;Que ele saiba explorar todo o seu potencial e reconhecer os grandes valores dentro dele próprio!&lt;br /&gt;Que ele seja feliz e bem sucedido, dentro da carreira que escolheu para abraçar!&lt;br /&gt;Que ele tenha os amigos certos e verdadeiros!&lt;br /&gt;Que ele saiba reconhecer e aprender com os próprios erros!&lt;br /&gt;Que os seus acertos sejam valorizados e o façam crescer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta comemoração será inesquecível!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu te amo muito, filhote!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-5812100085129663578?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/5812100085129663578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=5812100085129663578&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/5812100085129663578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/5812100085129663578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/09/19-de-setembrovinte-e-sete-anos-de.html' title='19 de setembro...Vinte e sete anos de festa no coração!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrPNoiGQa6I/AAAAAAAADD4/CC_kYJ9wnxg/s72-c/OgAAABufN3d9SY_Xwuv9EQbcGs8YPJIqL_flNzvLJx4f54IqWt_4Peg9Ms2ijqcoT0YoiPcIgGEUzovKDLRI2KqVPtkAm1T1ULXT8u_G9eb5MdxUMN_Q-2jnYL1o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-4278648043841235035</id><published>2009-09-17T15:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:26:37.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma mandala para Carol Mulek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrJKJeIO4II/AAAAAAAADDw/jlsavcmRhw8/s1600-h/IMG_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrJKJeIO4II/AAAAAAAADDw/jlsavcmRhw8/s400/IMG_240.jpg" alt="Mandala para Carol Mulek" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382446031228035202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que esta mandala faça bem aos seus lindos olhos&lt;br /&gt;e que as cores e formas lhe encham de alegria, paz e boa energia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande beijo, minha querida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-4278648043841235035?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/4278648043841235035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=4278648043841235035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/4278648043841235035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/4278648043841235035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-mandala-para-carol-mulek.html' title='Uma mandala para Carol Mulek'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SrJKJeIO4II/AAAAAAAADDw/jlsavcmRhw8/s72-c/IMG_240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-4719292265783227276</id><published>2009-09-11T16:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:27:23.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O CHEIO e O VAZIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqpuoEvno2I/AAAAAAAADDo/TbcAt-NJJQk/s1600-h/IMG_233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqpuoEvno2I/AAAAAAAADDo/TbcAt-NJJQk/s400/IMG_233.jpg" alt="Mandala" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380234339594773346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje, disseram-me que gostavam das minhas mandalas, embora não soubessem para que serviam.&lt;br /&gt;Respondi que, se agradavam aos olhos, alguma serventia já teriam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, preciso dizer mais, falar mais sobre isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Talvez, a maior serventia seja mesmo a que acontece em meu benefício próprio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PRECISO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; desenhar, pintar, cantar e estar com o homem que eu amo (esta ordem é alterada de acordo com os dias, as horas, os minutos e os segundos).&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a terapia adotada a fim de conseguir estar o mais próxima possível do meu centro.&lt;br /&gt;É assim que não enlouqueço. É assim que, sem razão, não pulo na jugular de quem está mais próximo. É assim que não maltrato a mim e a quem está à minha volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;É assim que me preencho e que me esvazio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se os resultados desse "tratamento" agradam a alguém, ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;Se não... Paciência... Olha, sempre há o recurso de fechar os olhos e/ou tapar os ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-4719292265783227276?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/4719292265783227276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=4719292265783227276&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/4719292265783227276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/4719292265783227276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-cheio-e-o-vazio.html' title='O CHEIO e O VAZIO'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqpuoEvno2I/AAAAAAAADDo/TbcAt-NJJQk/s72-c/IMG_233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-8794329801690609004</id><published>2009-09-09T23:57:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:28:22.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MÚSICA para todos os dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqlFDFIydUI/AAAAAAAADDg/wR-F1P5WVTU/s1600-h/l_d59da5ddc953729e775c309e7a13cc38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqlFDFIydUI/AAAAAAAADDg/wR-F1P5WVTU/s400/l_d59da5ddc953729e775c309e7a13cc38.jpg" alt="Duo Barros Reis, Músicos" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379907149091730754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frevo - (Horácio Barros Reis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2344676_swrpn/Frevo.mp3" autostart="false" loop="false" height="45" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Jorge - (Hermeto Pascoal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2344675_6fw52/S.Jorge.mp3" autostart="false" loop="false" height="45" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonardo&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horácio&lt;/span&gt; (respectivamente) formam este maravilhoso Duo Barros Reis. Estes "meninos" e seus violões nos proporcionam viagens musicais, para lá de Marraquesh... Escutem e depois me digam se não tenho razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horácio esteve ao violão, junto comigo, desde o meu início em 99. Leonardo, por muitas vezes, acompanhou-me em substituição ao irmão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muita saudade do trio formado por Horácio, Pedrinho e eu.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que eles nem têm a mínima idéia do bem que me fizeram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por conta disto, estive a pensar...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca estamos completamente satisfeitos, não é? (Ainda bem que é assim!)&lt;br /&gt;As escolhas põem-se à nossa frente e, por muitas vezes, a vida é quem as elege por nós. Quando acontece dessa forma, só nos resta o trabalho de adaptação ao inesperado, ao novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito feliz com a escolha que fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Troquei o grande amor, pelos amores todos que deixei do outro lado: família, amigos, lugares, cheiros, sabores, sons.&lt;br /&gt;A bem da verdade, trocar não é o verbo adequado, pois o outro lado mantém-se vivo e intocável na minha memória do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, pergunto-me se não existirá mesmo um "mercado paralelo" nesse nosso existir, partindo-se do princípio de que "não se pode ter tudo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito feliz, mas queria estar ainda mais um pouquinho. (Afinal, nunca estamos satisfeitos e ainda bem que é assim!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me se fará parte da "barganha" este grande vazio, este espaço em branco, no que diz respeito ao episódio divisor de águas, em minha vida (Falo da transformação enorme a partir do momento em que comecei a cantar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não costumo ser fatalista.  Prefiro o otimismo e o inconformismo com tudo que mereça ser modificado para o nosso melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou descansar enquanto não encontrar o &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Horácio"&lt;/span&gt; deste lado de cá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-8794329801690609004?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/8794329801690609004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=8794329801690609004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/8794329801690609004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/8794329801690609004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/09/musica-para-todos-os-dias.html' title='MÚSICA para todos os dias'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqlFDFIydUI/AAAAAAAADDg/wR-F1P5WVTU/s72-c/l_d59da5ddc953729e775c309e7a13cc38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-1827372430092122358</id><published>2009-09-08T16:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:19:14.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabens, mamutcha!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqZ0ZpEBnXI/AAAAAAAADDQ/5YfM7fW5lGY/s1600-h/1313464550_9d246e045a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqZ0ZpEBnXI/AAAAAAAADDQ/5YfM7fW5lGY/s400/1313464550_9d246e045a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379114788808924530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a minha &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mamy&lt;/span&gt;,  que hoje completa 91 aninhos,  todas as flores do mundo!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, faz de conta que eu estou aí bem pertinho e lhe dou um beijo estalado, um abraço apertado e que posso sentir o teu perfume de flor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-1827372430092122358?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/1827372430092122358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=1827372430092122358&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/1827372430092122358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/1827372430092122358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/09/parabens-mamutcha.html' title='Parabens, mamutcha!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqZ0ZpEBnXI/AAAAAAAADDQ/5YfM7fW5lGY/s72-c/1313464550_9d246e045a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-7233141776121764932</id><published>2009-09-06T11:31:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:29:07.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditação?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqOP4GwDR3I/AAAAAAAADDI/jlzk_qrAMOU/s1600-h/IMG_239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqOP4GwDR3I/AAAAAAAADDI/jlzk_qrAMOU/s400/IMG_239.jpg" alt="Meditação, Mandala" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378300574058104690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando me ponho a pintar,  penso em nada.&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde será que vão os meus pensamentos nestes momentos mágicos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-7233141776121764932?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/7233141776121764932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=7233141776121764932&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/7233141776121764932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/7233141776121764932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/09/meditacao.html' title='Meditação?'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SqOP4GwDR3I/AAAAAAAADDI/jlzk_qrAMOU/s72-c/IMG_239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-8040680858970968725</id><published>2009-08-12T02:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:18:10.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas gerações diferentes...Dois tesouros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SoIV-0kysNI/AAAAAAAADC4/R4o8He7XvhM/s1600-h/mamy+e+marina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SoIV-0kysNI/AAAAAAAADC4/R4o8He7XvhM/s400/mamy+e+marina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368877874788085970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha mamy conhecendo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marina&lt;/span&gt;, a bisneta (que privilégio! Eu ainda não tive esse prazer! E não vejo a hora....!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina no colo da &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;minha mãe&lt;/span&gt; (queria eu poder sentar nesse colo e receber aquele cafuné... Que saudade danada, mãe!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-8040680858970968725?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/8040680858970968725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=8040680858970968725&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/8040680858970968725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/8040680858970968725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/08/duas-geracoes-diferentesdois-tesouros.html' title='Duas gerações diferentes...Dois tesouros...'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SoIV-0kysNI/AAAAAAAADC4/R4o8He7XvhM/s72-c/mamy+e+marina.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28568405.post-9058421837046097012</id><published>2009-08-07T14:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:22:38.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O lado misterioso da vida fica mais alegre ao abrigar este sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SnwpTENsdfI/AAAAAAAADCw/oG91PCHfgmE/s1600-h/OgAAAD9XOSHyUgKMhnWPBSZnyKQzyUxD9RYA-r5MlU8KwmyFFxpNibV2wsV65yzOiUn-1SrbPONkSwcXplZ2seTpi1UAm1T1UFN3wWEkeB80kKxvmWwedTOZK3ij.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SnwpTENsdfI/AAAAAAAADCw/oG91PCHfgmE/s400/OgAAAD9XOSHyUgKMhnWPBSZnyKQzyUxD9RYA-r5MlU8KwmyFFxpNibV2wsV65yzOiUn-1SrbPONkSwcXplZ2seTpi1UAm1T1UFN3wWEkeB80kKxvmWwedTOZK3ij.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367210263444223474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAUDADE&lt;br /&gt;da tua energia&lt;br /&gt;da tua sede de viver&lt;br /&gt;da tua alegria&lt;br /&gt;do teu caloroso abraço&lt;br /&gt;dos dolorosos tapinhas nas costas&lt;br /&gt;do olhar doce de eterno menino&lt;br /&gt;SAUDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, de madrugada, partiu o avô de meu filho Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;Nós perdemos...Ponto para os anjos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28568405-9058421837046097012?l=sometom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/feeds/9058421837046097012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28568405&amp;postID=9058421837046097012&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/9058421837046097012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28568405/posts/default/9058421837046097012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometom.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-lado-misterioso-da-vida-fica-mais.html' title='O lado misterioso da vida fica mais alegre ao abrigar este sorriso'/><author><name>Leticia Gabian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14231308004538182498</uri><email>leticiagabian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10281757326327935381'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y58zLZ9lWGU/SnwpTENsdfI/AAAAAAAADCw/oG91PCHfgmE/s72-c/OgAAAD9XOSHyUgKMhnWPBSZnyKQzyUxD9RYA-r5MlU8KwmyFFxpNibV2wsV65yzOiUn-1SrbPONkSwcXplZ2seTpi1UAm1T1UFN3wWEkeB80kKxvmWwedTOZK3ij.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>