<?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-18701571</id><updated>2012-01-23T11:09:30.862Z</updated><title type='text'>Tudo sobre Eva</title><subtitle type='html'>Manta de retalhos de escrita light e despreocupada sobre homens e mulheres, sexo e sociedade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-4281080545732133071</id><published>2008-11-20T15:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:03:41.399Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SSWKLbWIR-I/AAAAAAAAABc/_pcHlB_8jK8/s1600-h/Simplicidade+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270770867830802402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SSWKLbWIR-I/AAAAAAAAABc/_pcHlB_8jK8/s320/Simplicidade+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How about getting off of these antibiotics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How about stopping eating when I´m filled up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How about me not blaming you for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How about me enjoying the moment for once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How about how good it feels to finally forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How about grieving it all one at a time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alanis_Morissette"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - Thank You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-4281080545732133071?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4281080545732133071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=4281080545732133071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4281080545732133071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4281080545732133071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-about-getting-off-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SSWKLbWIR-I/AAAAAAAAABc/_pcHlB_8jK8/s72-c/Simplicidade+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-3321049393413517388</id><published>2008-10-19T17:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:03:46.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SPtfM9xI-CI/AAAAAAAAABU/1n9oQnezH6A/s1600-h/v_Aamote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258901666228926498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SPtfM9xI-CI/AAAAAAAAABU/1n9oQnezH6A/s320/v_Aamote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Cheguei atrasada. Aí uns quarenta minutos. Detesto fazer esperar os outros, mas uma coisa levou à outra. O tempo passa, não perdoa. Tinha de pensar rápido numa solução para me redimir da demora. Olhei para a minha mini-garrafeira. Afinal, uma casa portuguesa não está completa sem uma reserva de vinho, mesmo que humilde, exígua. Não importa o pouco que se tem, mas a qualidade e o propósito, ainda que nem todas as situações possam ser antecipadamente previstas. Costuma ser a ocasião que faz apetecer um bom vinho. Foi então que tive a certeza. A garrafa que antes comprara, não pela qualidade do conteúdo, mas pelo rótulo sugestivo e belo, pareceu-me adequada. Cheguei atrasada, sim, mas com uma garrafa de vinho tinto, de aromas frutados, notas florais e balsâmicas (dizem). Um "desculpa" nos lábios e uma garrafa de "Amo-te" na mão, bem à altura do rosto. O vinho? Continuo sem o provar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chefesdecozinha.com/index.php?s=3&amp;amp;eid=21"&gt;AMO-TE VINHA - Quinta dos Catralvos, Azeitão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://osvinhos.blogspot.com/2007/07/566-amo-te-reserva-2005-tinto.html"&gt;Amo-te no blog "Os Vinhos"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lusawines.com/vinhoProdutorAction.asp?produtor=Sociedade+Agr%EDcola+Casal+do+Tojo%2C+S%2E+A%2E++"&gt;Vinhos do Produtor 'Sociedade Agrícola Casal do Tojo, S. A.&lt;/a&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/18701571-3321049393413517388?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3321049393413517388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=3321049393413517388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3321049393413517388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3321049393413517388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/cheguei-atrasada.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SPtfM9xI-CI/AAAAAAAAABU/1n9oQnezH6A/s72-c/v_Aamote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-1911804622629660024</id><published>2008-10-19T11:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:27:55.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SPsKTgUN8fI/AAAAAAAAABM/RnnxG-DivTw/s1600-h/2591114369_211bbd8697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258808320093712882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SPsKTgUN8fI/AAAAAAAAABM/RnnxG-DivTw/s320/2591114369_211bbd8697.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não quero coisas, quero momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreams of wine and roses by  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Link to lipstickgallery's photostream" href="http://flickr.com/photos/lipstickgallery/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;lipstickgallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/18701571-1911804622629660024?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1911804622629660024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=1911804622629660024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1911804622629660024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1911804622629660024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-quero-coisas-quero-momentos-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SPsKTgUN8fI/AAAAAAAAABM/RnnxG-DivTw/s72-c/2591114369_211bbd8697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8673446132721714125</id><published>2008-10-05T15:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:43:01.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SOjQb8_1w9I/AAAAAAAAABE/ymGZAbzjEbg/s1600-h/hedden3full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253678143976621010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SOjQb8_1w9I/AAAAAAAAABE/ymGZAbzjEbg/s320/hedden3full.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHLOE HEDDEN - &lt;em&gt;The Vitruvian Woman is the logo for H.E.R. (Hormone Education and Research Inc.) I took liberties with Leonardo's Vitruvian Man and developed a symbol of balance and feminine strength for an organization founded to achieve those same qualities for all women.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-8673446132721714125?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8673446132721714125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8673446132721714125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8673446132721714125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8673446132721714125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-with-deeper-instinct-choose-man-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SOjQb8_1w9I/AAAAAAAAABE/ymGZAbzjEbg/s72-c/hedden3full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8026185288209123510</id><published>2008-10-05T14:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:05:11.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SOi8--Dy7dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SXU4WdeIJeg/s1600-h/il_430xN_28937074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253656755324513746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SOi8--Dy7dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SXU4WdeIJeg/s320/il_430xN_28937074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SOi82AAfUrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ClVmttgzS8g/s1600-h/il_430xN_28937074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Não é a riqueza, mas o apego à riqueza que é um obstáculo à emancipação; e não é o prazer da busca por coisas agradáveis que está em causa, mas sim o desejo ardente de as adquirir” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SCHUMACHER, E. F., Small is Beautiful, Publicações Dom Quixote, Lisboa, 1980&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/anaisnin107685.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anais Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algumas dicas para uma busca e um trabalho interior de mudança:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Não confundir a Simplicidade Voluntária com a pobreza; esta é imposta por força de circunstâncias penosas. Mas quando se opta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;voluntariamente por viver sobriamente, tudo funciona de modo diferente. É que não nos sentimos frustrados porque nos privamos de um bem, mas antes sentimos que vale a pena substitui-lo por algo que tenha mais sentido. Este desprendimento alarga o espaço para a nossa consciência operar de outra forma: trata-se de um estado de espírito que nos convida a apreciar, a saborear e procurar o elemento qualitativo da vida. No fundo, renunciamos aos objectos que estorvam, travam e impedem irmos até ao fim das nossas possibilidades."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Simplicidade Voluntária não se confunde com ascetismo; é, até mesmo, a sua antíteses. O asceta priva-se voluntariamente dos prazeres da vida materiais em busca de um ávida espiritual mais intensa; ora o adepto da Simplicidade Voluntária não foge do prazer nem das satisfações. Muito pelo contrário. Ele procura-os, mas entende que os não alcançar com os meios que lhe dá a sociedade de consumo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Evidentemente que, se um destes dias, alguém deixar o emprego, vender o seu carro, e começar a consumir só o que produz, a catástrofe não tardará a chegar. Mas a verdade é que a Simplicidade Voluntária é um processo gradual; e não é um fim mas antes um meio para chegar uma melhor bem estar. Com o passar do tempo cada qual poderá aprofundar mais o seu compromisso graças aos momentos de liberdade que vai conquistando e aos laços de solidariedade que vais desenvolvendo para a indispensável segurança afectiva."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serge_Mongeau"&gt;Serge Mongeau - La Simplicité Voluntaire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplicitévoluntaire.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.simplicitévoluntaire.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simpleliving.net/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.simpleliving.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://planetasustentavel.abril.com.br/noticia/atitude/conteudo_277921.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Revista Vida Simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.editorial-bizancio.pt/coleccoes.php?col=11&amp;amp;id=313"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Arte da Simplicidade - Dominique Loureau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.movimientoslow.com/pt/filosofia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Movimento SLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://planetasustentavel.abril.uol.com.br/noticia/desenvolvimento/conteudo_297954.shtml"&gt;"Decrescimento sustentável" - Serge Latouche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chegadebagunca.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chega de Bagunça - Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Artwork: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jennifersquires.ca/"&gt;www.jennifersquires.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-8026185288209123510?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8026185288209123510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8026185288209123510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8026185288209123510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8026185288209123510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-riqueza-mas-o-apego-riqueza-que-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SOi8--Dy7dI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SXU4WdeIJeg/s72-c/il_430xN_28937074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-2566793069893373881</id><published>2008-10-05T12:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:10:21.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ep74_girls_baby by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2358858025/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="316" alt="ep74_girls_baby" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2065/2358858025_e9d19c50b0_o.jpg" width="506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/city/episode/season5/episode74.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies." -Carrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO SETTLE or not to SETTLE DOWN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usingenglish.com/reference/phrasal-verbs/settle+down.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Settle down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - Start living a fixed and routine life Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After years of partying and drinking, she finally got married and SETTLED DOWN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.priberam.pt/dlpo/definir_resultados.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assentar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; v. int., sossegar; tornar-se bem comportado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há um tempo tive uma conversa com alguém com quem me cruzo regularmente na noite, mais ou menos assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele: Os meus pais têm casa em Tavira, mas eu gosto mais de Albufeira. Talvez quando me casar ou tiver uma relação séria comece a passar mais tempo em Tavira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu: Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele: ... - Limitou-se a abrir muito os olhos do alto do seu 1, 90m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu: Por que é que hás-de deixar de ser quem tu és, tu que gostas da noite e da agitação, para te ires enfiar em Tavira? Ninguém aguenta muito tempo a esconder aquilo que é. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tive um namorado que me quis arrastar para uma vida de fins-de-semana em casa, a ver TV enroscada com ele no sofá. A alternativa era ir a casa dos amigos dele. Sair, ver gente, falar com outras pessoas fora do circuito normal estava fora de questão. "Já me tens a mim, porque é precisas de andar aí?" - Era a resposta standard, a que me dava sempre que eu propunha um programa alternativo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca me irei esquecer do ano de 1992 em que ia ver os U2 com uma amiga, banda que ele abominava. Ia, e fui, apesar de Sua Exa. ter andado nas minhas costas a vender o meu bilhete. Fiquei estupefacta quando um amigo dele me liga por causa do "negócio de compra e venda".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Levei tempo a arranjar coragem para pôr um ponto final numa história que ainda durou 3 anos. O primeiro ano maravilhoso, o segundo nem por isso, o terceiro para esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Houve muitas razões que levaram ao desfecho da separação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas prometi a mim mesma que nunca iria abdicar de mim, de ser quem sou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Assentar"? Sim, desde que a rotina diária inclua festas, noite, gente, programas ao ar livre, agitação, novidade... Convenciona-se a 6ª ou Sábado, for &lt;em&gt;partying&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; clubbing, &lt;/em&gt;ok? E desde que haja "borboletas no estômago"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-2566793069893373881?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2566793069893373881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=2566793069893373881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2566793069893373881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2566793069893373881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-people-are-settling-down-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-6108642403819769573</id><published>2008-09-22T21:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:03:30.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="constant_gardner_photo_13 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2227292744/"&gt;&lt;img height="326" alt="constant_gardner_photo_13" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/2227292744_a4dc222526.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catsmeowmoviecritic.com/catsmeowmoviearchives/id306.html"&gt;Tessa (Rachel Weisz) and Justin Quayle (Ralph Fiennes)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em &lt;a href="http://www.dvdpt.com/o/o_fiel_jardineiro.php"&gt;O Fiel Jardineiro (Constant Gardner) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Take me as a mistress, an associate, a confidante, a secretary, or a wife. You can learn me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-6108642403819769573?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6108642403819769573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=6108642403819769573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6108642403819769573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6108642403819769573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/09/tessa-rachel-weisz-and-justin-quayle.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/2227292744_a4dc222526_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-3254829027301984965</id><published>2008-09-02T21:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:22:44.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241521537038828738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SL2gETHCRMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rgADbgJU7P4/s320/Courage.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A vida contrai-se e expande-se proporcionalmente à coragem do indivíduo." (&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ana%C3%AFs_Nin"&gt;Anaïs Nin&lt;/a&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/18701571-3254829027301984965?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3254829027301984965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=3254829027301984965' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3254829027301984965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3254829027301984965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/09/vida-contrai-se-e-expande-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SL2gETHCRMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rgADbgJU7P4/s72-c/Courage.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-1840996957244957493</id><published>2008-08-16T02:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:48:19.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEA Tidy Up Banned Commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/WzMuax75s3M' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WzMuax75s3M'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-1840996957244957493?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1840996957244957493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=1840996957244957493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1840996957244957493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1840996957244957493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/08/ikea-tidy-up-banned-commercials_8960.html' title='IKEA Tidy Up Banned Commercials'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-1285983225784054321</id><published>2008-07-21T22:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:44:19.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="shopping-balneario-camboriu by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2689869065/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="shopping-balneario-camboriu" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3029/2689869065_4d9a4cac69_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é fácil. Ser simples e despojada. Eu bem digo que vou vender tudo, que fico apenas com uma malinha de cartão com 2 mudas de roupa e lá vou eu para o Nepal, mas ninguém acredita. Mas eu adoro acampar, e adoro festivais de Verão, e viagens de aventura! E consigo viver uns tempos sem secador e a tomar banhos de água fria! Verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas não. Este aspecto de mulher sofisticada - que sou - não convence. Eu bem falo das coisas do espírito, que isso sim é que importa. Não sou materialista, nem consumista. O problema são mesmo estas necessidades que vão surgindo, tipo, mais uns brincos, mais uns sapatos, mais uma mala, mais um lenço, mais uma camisolinha,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que fazem de mim uma &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=neo-hippie"&gt;neo-hippie&lt;/a&gt;, num estilo que oscila entre o &lt;a href="http://girldir.com/fashion-trends/hippie-chic-comes-back"&gt;hippie-chic &lt;/a&gt;e um look clean e minimalista, mas sempre &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/trendy"&gt;trendy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosto de acessórios com graça, de peças &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vintage_(moda)"&gt;vintage&lt;/a&gt;, de combinações de cores arrojadas (tenho os meus dias de vermelho/rosa e depois?). Vestir-me para sair todos os dias tem de ser mais do que colocar uma roupinha em cima do corpo, tem de ter um toque meu, único e divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois arrependo-me da quantidade de tralhas que junto. É nessas alturas que me dão os ataques de arrumação, de põr em ordem o que está à minha volta para pôr ordem nas ideias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que preciso de me reler... &lt;a href="http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/04/personal-closet-alguns-conselhos-podem.html"&gt;Personal Closet &lt;/a&gt;- porque há coisas que nunca mudam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desafio: Não compro mais coisas que não preciso! Vou ser uma pessoa simples e despojada! Mas fashion, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amacadeeva.blogspot.com/2008/07/verdade-21.html"&gt;(É bom saber que não estou só. Bora formar um grupo de apoio?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/irishgrl13/hippiquiz.html"&gt;Are you a neo-hippie? Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-1285983225784054321?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1285983225784054321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=1285983225784054321' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1285983225784054321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1285983225784054321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-fcil.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-3718182844730520659</id><published>2008-07-05T13:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:36:22.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the worlds a better place when it’s upside down boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="upside_down_girl by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2638204483/"&gt;&lt;img height="467" alt="upside_down_girl" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/2638204483_8fc2560d50_o.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If there’s lessons to be learned, I’d rather get my jamming words in first so, tell you something that I’ve found, that the worlds a better place when it’s upside down boy....(&lt;a href="http://www.gabriellacilmi.com/"&gt;Gabriella Cilmi&lt;/a&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/18701571-3718182844730520659?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3718182844730520659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=3718182844730520659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3718182844730520659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3718182844730520659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/07/worlds-better-place-when-its-upside.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-3917688188482856688</id><published>2008-07-05T13:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:27:15.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriella Cilmi 'Sweet About Me'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ElY5Gr845Fw' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ElY5Gr845Fw'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-3917688188482856688?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3917688188482856688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=3917688188482856688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3917688188482856688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3917688188482856688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/07/gabriella-cilmi-about-me.html' title='Gabriella Cilmi &amp;#39;Sweet About Me&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-6997670852805709074</id><published>2008-06-29T15:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:14:25.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="768970 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2620457291/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 474px; HEIGHT: 305px" height="333" alt="768970" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/2620457291_29e91d33fa.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wanda Stuart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/foto768970.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;foto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/utilizadores/detalhes.php?id=48912"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cantora, bailarina, actriz... Wanda Stuart é uma artista completa, que celebrou 25 anos de carreira com o espectáculo "Eu Wanda Stuart ", no Teatro Tivoli em Lisboa (dias 27 e 28 de Junho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantástica, poderosa, one-woman-show, excelentemente acompanhada pela sua banda, Wanda falou de si, do seu percurso, de amores e desamores, do homem que ama e da filha Eva. Esteve linda, brilhante, igual a si própria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinâmica, lutadora, só acho que Wanda merecia um reconhecimento que Portugal ainda não lhe dá.&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/18701571-6997670852805709074?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6997670852805709074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=6997670852805709074' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6997670852805709074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6997670852805709074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/wanda-stuart-foto-de-insomnia-cantora.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/2620457291_29e91d33fa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5127273063669287289</id><published>2008-06-29T15:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:05:49.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Susana Felix - Flutuo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ucL6pgo3Uj4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ucL6pgo3Uj4'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-5127273063669287289?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5127273063669287289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5127273063669287289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5127273063669287289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5127273063669287289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/susana-felix-flutuo.html' title='Susana Felix - Flutuo'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-2753424186394731937</id><published>2008-06-29T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:38:07.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/quem_canta/artistas/home.aspx?id=2460"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susana Félix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Um pouco mais de Sol e ela seria uma das vozes-chave do panorama português, bem timbrada e com dicção de fazer inveja. Para já, marca a diferença naquilo que (ainda) se chama música ligeira" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.maxima.xl.pt/?s=18&amp;amp;n=18507&amp;amp;nivel=3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Máxima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, 22-02-2008&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/18701571-2753424186394731937?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2753424186394731937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2753424186394731937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/susana-flix-um-pouco-mais-de-sol-e-ela.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5392236122712763348</id><published>2008-06-28T14:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:18:27.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="yhst-99677525660211_2006_33395453 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2618358220/"&gt;&lt;img height="325" alt="yhst-99677525660211_2006_33395453" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2383/2618358220_ac251a0dd5_o.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas às vezes apetece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T-shirts &lt;a href="http://www.theryde.com/"&gt;THE RIDE&lt;/a&gt;, uma sugestão da &lt;a href="http://minisaia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mini-saia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&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/18701571-5392236122712763348?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5392236122712763348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5392236122712763348' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5392236122712763348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5392236122712763348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/mas-s-vezes-apetece.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-2310951260057384045</id><published>2008-06-28T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:24:04.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="olhar-thumb by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2617379025/"&gt;&lt;img height="390" alt="olhar-thumb" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2617379025_28b0a9e216.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quero o meu mundo inteiro dentro do teu olhar. Não aceito menos do que isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inspiração: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mafaldaveiga.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mafalda Veiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-2310951260057384045?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2310951260057384045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=2310951260057384045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2310951260057384045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2310951260057384045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/quero-o-meu-mundo-inteiro-dentro-do-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2617379025_28b0a9e216_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-680002331553253305</id><published>2008-06-28T12:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:18:18.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mafalda Veiga - Estrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Z1M5YAjqZ14' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Z1M5YAjqZ14'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-680002331553253305?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/680002331553253305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=680002331553253305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/680002331553253305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/680002331553253305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/mafalda-veiga-estrada.html' title='Mafalda Veiga - Estrada'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-2839980104344235777</id><published>2008-06-28T11:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:32:13.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="rossy_de_palma_at_stella_awards by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2617351391/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="rossy_de_palma_at_stella_awards" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/2617351391_8ab9039a00.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rossy_de_Palma"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rossy de Palma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, uma das musas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pedro_Almod%C3%B3var"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pedro Almodóvar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Sejam vocês mesmas! Estudem cuidadosamente o que há de positivo ou negativo na sua pessoa e tirem partido disso. A mulher inteligente tira partido até dos pontos negativos. Uma boca demasiadamente rasgada, uns olhos pequenos, um nariz não muito correto podem servir para marcar o seu tipo e torná-lo mais atraente. Desde que seja seu mesmo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Helen Palmer - pseudônimo de &lt;a href="http://www.claricelispector.com.br/"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://conversasnodiva.blogspot.com/2008/06/mulher-inteligente.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Conversas no divã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Beleza não é consensual. O belo ultrapassa largamente as convenções. Nem sempre o belo está em relação directa com a simetria, com a perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Acredito na sensualidade, na energia que nos anima e nos torna únicos. &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/18701571-2839980104344235777?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2839980104344235777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=2839980104344235777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2839980104344235777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2839980104344235777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/rossy-de-palma-uma-das-musas-de-pedro.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3262/2617351391_8ab9039a00_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-445991536529154197</id><published>2008-06-25T20:47:00.025+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:37:11.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Futebóis à parte (que este coração tem dias em que é verde e branco, noutros bate mais forte pelo orgulho nacional), eis mais uma adição à lista de blogs que visito. Um blog de gajos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assim, &lt;a href="http://www.tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Tudo sobre Eva"&lt;/a&gt; que já tinha linkado, pelo menos dois sportinguistas declarados, &lt;a href="http://casasbrancasdecapri.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Casas Brancas de Capri"&lt;/a&gt; (o bom gosto é coisa de família) e "&lt;a href="http://espreitador.blogspot.com/"&gt;O Espreitador"&lt;/a&gt; (que é muito muito mais do que futebol), passa também a contar com um núcleo de benfiquistas ferrenhos que epicamente se auto-intitulam "A Ilíada Benfiquista"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E por falar em gajos, posta-se aqui o cartoon recebido de um desses senhores benfiquistas (só podia), que fica à consideração dos visitantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SGNitw8er0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/29pM5H-hz4s/s1600-h/temperamentofeminino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216121331797372738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 15px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SGNitw8er0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/29pM5H-hz4s/s320/temperamentofeminino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para visualizar, pf, clicar no cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-445991536529154197?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/445991536529154197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=445991536529154197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/445991536529154197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/445991536529154197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/futebis-parte-que-este-corao-tem-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PpReC2H4rI8/SGNitw8er0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/29pM5H-hz4s/s72-c/temperamentofeminino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5503203538239538598</id><published>2008-06-21T21:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:22:35.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solst%C3%ADcio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solstício de Verão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - O dia mais longo do Ano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É no Solstício de Verão, o dia em que o Sol nasce mais cedo e se põe mais tarde, que se abre a entrada para o Mundo das Fadas ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="MidsummerEve by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2598031761/"&gt;&lt;img height="490" alt="MidsummerEve" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3257/2598031761_8904768eab_o.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Midsummer Eve by &lt;a href="http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/hughes_edward_robert.html"&gt;Edward Robert Hughes &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma infinidade de lendas e ritos que envolvem a noite do Solstício de Verão. Acredita-se também que tudo aquilo que for sonhado, desejado ou pedido na noite de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Litha"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Litha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se tornará realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="stonehenge_1024 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2598043567/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="stonehenge_1024" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2598043567_aca4d74434.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stonehenge"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stonehenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww1.rtp.pt/noticias/index.php?article=351618&amp;amp;visual=26&amp;amp;rss=0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;30 mil pessoas celebraram solstício em Stonehenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://diario.iol.pt/galeria.html?gal_id=7013"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stonehenge, solstício de verão - Fotos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimahora.publico.clix.pt/noticia.aspx?id=1332584"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Solstício de Verão assinalado em Portugal com recriação da experiência de Eratóstenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/18701571-5503203538239538598?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5503203538239538598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5503203538239538598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5503203538239538598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5503203538239538598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/solstcio-de-vero-o-dia-mais-longo-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2598043567_aca4d74434_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8257373772829937485</id><published>2008-06-21T20:38:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:17:09.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="stress_woman_s by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2597914135/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="stress_woman_s" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2597914135_aa084997de.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stress? Ansiedade? O que é isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andregustavo.net/blog/?p=3" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As “Regras de Vida” de Guerdjef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E quem é Guerdjef? Um alegado pensador russo frequentemente citado em blogs escritos em Português, em especial do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Experimentem pequisar "Guerdjef" no Google. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem a Wikipedia o safa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sempre a mesma coisa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;«A tese deste pensador russo chamado GUERDJEF, que no início do século passado já falava em auto-conhecimento, é a importância de saber viver. Dizia ele: “Uma boa vida tem como base o sentido do que queremos para nós em cada momento, e daquilo que realmente vale como principal”. No Instituto Francês de Ansiedade e Stress (Paris), foram colocadas em destaque 20 regras de vida que Guerdjef traçou. Dizem os “experts” em comportamento que quem conseguiu assimilar 10 delas com certeza aprendeu a viver com melhor qualidade interior.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quanto ao Instituto Francês de Ansiedade e Stress, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cat.inist.fr/?aModele=afficheN&amp;amp;cpsidt=1655924"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Institut Français de l'Anxiété et du Stress, 75116 Paris, FRANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, será que sabe quem é o Guerdjef?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Guerdjef" não consta, mas as regras são boas e recomendam-se ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Faça pausas de dez minutos a cada duas horas de trabalho, no máximo. Repita essas pausas na vida diária e pense em você, converse com alguém e analise suas atitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Aprenda a dizer não sem se sentir culpado ou achar que magoou. Querer agradar a todos é um desgaste enorme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Planeie o seu dia, sim, mas deixe sempre um bom espaço para o improviso, consciente de que nem tudo depende de você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Concentre-se em apenas uma tarefa de cada vez. Por mais ágeis que sejam os seus quadros mentais, você se exaure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Pare de pensar, de uma vez por todas, que você é imprescindível. No trabalho, em casa, no grupo habitual. Por mais que isso lhe desagrade, tudo anda sem a sua atuação, a não ser você mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Abra mão de ser o responsável pelo prazer de todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Peça ajuda sempre que necessário, tendo o bom senso de pedir às pessoas certas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Diferencie problemas reais de problemas imaginários e elimine-os porque são pura perda de tempo e ocupam um espaço mental precioso para coisas mais importantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Tente descobrir o prazer de factos quotidianos como dormir, comer e tomar banho, sem também achar que isso é o máximo a se conseguir na vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - Evite envolver-se na ansiedade e tensão alheias. Espere um pouco e depois retome o diálogo, a acção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - Família não é você, está junto de você, compõe o seu mundo, mas não é a sua própria identidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - Entenda que princípios e convicções fechadas podem ser um grande peso, a trava do movimento e da busca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - É preciso ter sempre alguém em que se possa confiar e falar abertamente ao menos num raio de 100 Km. Não adianta estar mais longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 - Saiba a hora certa de sair de cena, de retirar-se do palco, de deixar a roda. Nunca perca o sentido da importância subtil de uma saída discreta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - Não queira saber se falaram mal de você e nem se atormente com esse lixo mental; escute o que falaram bem, com reserva analítica, sem qualquer convencimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 - Competir no lazer, no trabalho, na vida a dois, é óptimo… para quem quer ficar esgotado e perder o melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 - A rigidez é boa na pedra, não no ser humano. A ele cabe firmeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 - Uma hora de intenso prazer substitui com folga 3 horas de sono perdido. O prazer recompõe mais que o sono. Logo, não perca uma oportunidade de divertir-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 - Não abandone suas três grandes e inabaláveis amigas: a intuição, a inocência e a fé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - Entenda de uma vez por todas, definitiva e conclusivamente: você é o que se fizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Também se recomenda:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bolsademulher.com/mulherinvest/materia/a_beira_de_um_ataque_de_nervos/33557/1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À beira de um ataque de nervos&lt;/strong&gt;: "É comum as pessoas ficarem além do seu horário de trabalho, desenvolvendo múltiplas tarefas ao mesmo tempo. Essa realidade gera cada vez mais tensão no dia-a-dia das pessoas, que se sentem pressionadas diante de todas essas demandas. Diante da impossibilidade de gerenciar todos os seus fatores de estresse, elas passam a diminuir sua capacidade de respostas adaptativas, entrando num esgotamento" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/mulheres-a-beira-de-um-ataque/mulheres-a-beira-de-um-ataque.asp"&gt;Mujeres al Borde de un Ataque de Nervios" (1988 - 85m)&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pedro_Almod%C3%B3var"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Almodóvar sempre!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&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/18701571-8257373772829937485?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8257373772829937485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8257373772829937485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8257373772829937485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8257373772829937485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/stress-ansiedade-o-que-isso-as-regras.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2597914135_aa084997de_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-4596089086728853497</id><published>2008-06-21T18:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:53:06.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a title="maltete07 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2597578881/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 421px; HEIGHT: 474px" height="507" alt="maltete07" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/2597578881_f2e64e26cc_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Mermaid by &lt;a href="http://rene.maltete.com/main.php"&gt;René Maltête&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ontem ia na rua e um engraçado passa por mim e diz-me: "Que linda sereia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apeteceu-me perguntar-lhe onde via ele o rabo de peixe, mas contive-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lá estou eu com o mau feitio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-4596089086728853497?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4596089086728853497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=4596089086728853497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4596089086728853497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4596089086728853497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/mermaid-by-ren-maltte-ontem-ia-na-rua-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8990430730274726609</id><published>2008-06-21T18:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:20:56.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary.J.Blige.(feat.U2).ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/be0j4PbrQOI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/be0j4PbrQOI'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-8990430730274726609?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8990430730274726609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8990430730274726609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8990430730274726609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8990430730274726609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/maryjbligefeatu2one.html' title='Mary.J.Blige.(feat.U2).ONE'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-3936984350734923296</id><published>2008-06-15T11:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:21:51.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A roupa mais bonita para vestir uma mulher são os braços do homem que ela ama. Para as que não tiveram essa felicidade, eu estou aqui."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yves_Saint-Laurent"&gt;Yves Saint-Lauren (1936-2008)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a title="h2_C_I_69_23 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2580383682/"&gt;&lt;img height="471" alt="h2_C_I_69_23" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3168/2580383682_5c1fa73b86_o.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:toggleEnlarge("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="magnify" href="javascript:toggleEnlarge("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/TOAH/ho/11/euwf/ho_C.I.69.23.htm"&gt;"Mondrian" day dress, autumn 1965 by Yves Saint-Laurent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This cocktail dress is from the Mondrian collection, inspired by the 1920s abstract paintings by the Dutch artist of the same name. It was featured on the front of French Vogue in September 1965 and many cheaper copies were produced for the mass market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Um beijo à &lt;a href="http://anaabrunhosa.blogspot.com/2008/06/yves-saint-laurent.html"&gt;Ana Abrunhosa&lt;/a&gt;, sempre inspiradora, e à &lt;a href="http://minisaia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mónica Lice&lt;/a&gt; pelo serviço público que diariamente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;nos presta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fondation-pb-ysl.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foundation Pierre Bergé - Yves Saint-Laurent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandefabrica.blogspot.com/2008/06/yves-saint-laurent.html"&gt;Yves Saint-Laurent por Armando Sousa em  "A Fábrica"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-3936984350734923296?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3936984350734923296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=3936984350734923296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3936984350734923296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3936984350734923296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/roupa-mais-bonita-para-vestir-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-1477628548542871128</id><published>2008-06-14T16:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:45:52.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="craycarrie by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2577350327/"&gt;&lt;img height="441" alt="craycarrie" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3260/2577350327_506947bcc1_o.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I Love flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="carrieseason3c by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2577350079/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="254" alt="carrieseason3c" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/2577350079_2a27017171_o.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="carrieseason3d by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2578183214/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 189px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="318" alt="carrieseason3d" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/2578183214_0105b50af9_o.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashionation.wordpress.com/2006/09/30/carrie-bradshaw/"&gt;Style Icon: Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://personaconsultoriademoda.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-and-city-influncia-fashion.html"&gt;Sex and the City - Influência fashion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"A importância da moda não está só em desenhar roupas para abrigar um corpo, mas em desenhar a superfície de um novo corpo" - &lt;a href="http://jeffersonkulig.com/"&gt;Jefferson Kulig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viewmagazine.com.br/anteriores/28/entrevista.html"&gt;Tuffi Duek&lt;/a&gt; responde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual a importância da moda na vida das pessoas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando se fala de moda, sempre se pensa no supérfluo, mas ela tem várias funções: apresentar, colocar alguém socialmente e não apenas cobrir o corpo. A moda vem de sonho, fantasia, desejo e as pessoas gostam disso. Faz parte do ser humano a necessidade de sonhar e desejar ser seduzido para seduzir o tempo inteiro. Portanto, a moda é uma necessidade que as pessoas têm de se apresentar. A roupa fala quem a pessoa é, com quem anda, como é a sua personalidade e revela também a timidez, a ousadia, a sensualidade, a intimidade, a inteligência, a beleza... Enfim, não dá para viver sem ela. Mesmo o básico é moda. De alguma maneira, sempre se usa moda, seja ela conservadora, vanguardista, arrojada, casual. Não se pode classificar moda apenas pelo elemento de design da roupa. Moda é um todo, então, as pessoas têm de viver com ela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a influência que a griffe exerce?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre houve griffe e sempre vai haver, pode ser a de uma loja, uma marca e um produto de qualquer área. Griffe não é apenas design, mas qualidade, conforto, acabamento etc. O desejo das pessoas é estar carregando design e qualidade; eu acredito que este é o ponto fundamental. Para muita gente, por exemplo, Gucci é uma griffe, mas para outras tantas pessoas, Lojas Marisa é uma griffe. É o nível social de cada um, o que não deixa de fazer de cada uma delas uma griffe. A griffe está em todos os lugares. Quando compra algo sem griffe, o consumidor tem receio se aquilo é bom ou ruim, se tem a qualidade que espera etc. Experimente comprar uma pasta de dente que nunca ouviu falar ou whisky de procedência duvidosa. Isso nada mais é que griffe também. Portanto, a griffe tem tanta importância no automóvel, no remédio, na bebida como na moda. É endosso de qualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noga.blog.br/2006/09/fashion-victim.htm"&gt;Fashion victim por Noga Lubicz Sklar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-1477628548542871128?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1477628548542871128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=1477628548542871128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1477628548542871128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1477628548542871128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-flowers-style-icon-carrie.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-4278186927639227919</id><published>2008-06-03T22:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:49:55.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hercules and Love Affair - "Blind"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Fb8S51M2GAc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Fb8S51M2GAc'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-4278186927639227919?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4278186927639227919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=4278186927639227919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4278186927639227919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4278186927639227919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/06/hercules-and-love-affair.html' title='Hercules and Love Affair - &amp;quot;Blind&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-595397058364211202</id><published>2008-05-31T10:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:50:28.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://diario.iol.pt/noticia.html?id=925208&amp;amp;div_id=4071"&gt;Partilha de tarefas domésticas melhora vida sexual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a title="apron by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2537740995/"&gt;&lt;img height="435" alt="apron" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2231/2537740995_2c432c7c87_o.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Os homens que partilham as tarefas domésticas melhoram a harmonia conjugal e podem ter uma vida sexual mais satisfatória, revela um estudo da Universidade de Riverside, na Califórnia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;«Quando os homens fazem trabalhos em casa, a percepção das mulheres relativa à igualdade e à satisfação matrimonial aumentam e o casal passa por menos conflitos», adianta o estudo&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a title="domestic460 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2538559934/"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="domestic460" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2362/2538559934_b4965a4290_o.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Domestic bliss" - Photograph: H. Armstrong Roberts/Getty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ainda: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://diario.iol.pt/noticia.html?id=923600&amp;amp;div_id=4071"&gt;Homens não fomentam igualdade no lar&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suecos assumem 40% das tarefas. Espanhóis 20% por cento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De acordo com estatísticas, os casais suecos foram dividindo progressivamente as tarefas domésticas, durante a década de 90, mas apenas porque as mulheres faziam menos trabalho em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, pode dizer-se que a igualdade aumentou mas que os homens suecos não mexeram um dedo nesse sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://diario.iol.pt/noticia.html?id=915765&amp;amp;div_id=4071"&gt;Homens e mulheres querem o mesmo&lt;/a&gt;: Amar e trabalhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os homens e as mulheres europeus têm os mesmos desejos e na mesma proporção: querem amar e trabalhar, segundos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;os especialistas, que consideram que família e trabalho constituem assim as duas prioridades na vida dos europeus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.advancededucation.gov.ab.ca/englishexpress/articles/images/2006/manironing_09.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.advancededucation.gov.ab.ca/englishexpress/articles/article.asp%3Fart_id%3D5&amp;amp;h=451&amp;amp;w=280&amp;amp;sz=16&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=17&amp;amp;tbnid=DwcP0RBzRh1XuM:&amp;amp;tbnh=127&amp;amp;tbnw=79&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhousework%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;Men are doing more housework&lt;/a&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/18701571-595397058364211202?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/595397058364211202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=595397058364211202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/595397058364211202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/595397058364211202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/05/partilha-de-tarefas-domsticas-melhora.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8312470155913979009</id><published>2008-05-31T10:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:46:25.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mau feitio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. Se tivesse um chefe que me chamasse "jóia" a coisa ia correr mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. Só para contrariar, apetece-me mandar fazer uma t-shirt com o dizer "Eu NÃO vou!" e, talvez acrescentasse a legenda "E não sou menos por isso".&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/18701571-8312470155913979009?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8312470155913979009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8312470155913979009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8312470155913979009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8312470155913979009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/05/mau-feitio-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-960706237046602447</id><published>2008-05-24T23:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:38:41.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;INSPIRADOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="cortica by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2518857621/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="cortica" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3253/2518857621_16ff872b46_o.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Discriminação salarial entre homens e mulheres vai acabar no sector da cortiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Sindicato dos Operários Corticeiros do Norte e a Associação Portuguesa de Cortiça (APCor) sentaram-se novamente à mesa e chegaram a acordo para esbater essa distância - que chega aos 97,66 euros por mês -, ao longo dos próximos oito anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As mulheres corticeiras, que representam cerca de 40 por cento da força laboral - 4800 em 12.000 trabalhadores com vínculo efectivo - começam a receber mais 12,21 euros mensais a partir de Junho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um valor que acompanhará as eventuais actualizações salariais, de forma a que homens e mulheres que desempenham funções idênticas estejam a ganhar o mesmo ordenado em 2015. Uma medida que incidirá particularmente no concelho de Santa Maria da Feira, onde se situam 80 por cento das unidades produtivas de cortiça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Independentemente de haver acordo relativamente ao contrato colectivo de trabalho, esta questão, que abrange as mulheres do sector, aplicar-se-á sempre", garante Alírio Martins, coordenador da estrutura sindical. A medida poderá só entrar em vigor quando as negociações do contrato de trabalho estiverem terminadas. "No entanto, há patrões que podem começar já a pagar a partir de Junho, se não, terão de o fazer mais tarde, mas pagando retroactivos a partir desse mês".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O desequilíbrio salarial chegou a originar uma vigília de 14 horas à porta da APCor, em Santa Maria de Lamas, a 13 de Julho de 2007. "&lt;strong&gt;Há casais que fazem exactamente o mesmo serviço. Ele ganha 626,5 euros, ela 527,5"&lt;/strong&gt;, adiantava, na altura, Alírio Martins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Notícia completa em Público (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jornal.publico.clix.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;online aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;), 24.05.2008, São José Almeida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A utilização da cortiça nos tempos modernos num contexto de &lt;em&gt;ecodesign&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; vale a pena dar uma vista de olhos no site da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.susdesign.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Susdesign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, empresa de design sustentável, que tem Ana Mestre como fundadora e directora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cf. em Reportagem "Artesãos do Lixo", de Carlos Coelho com fotos de Paulo Castanheira na revista Gingko #3 de Maio/Junho, também com um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://revista.gingko.pt/#/20/?art=40"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;formato online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-960706237046602447?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/960706237046602447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=960706237046602447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/960706237046602447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/960706237046602447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/05/inspirador-discriminao-salarial-entre.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5317224698088876830</id><published>2008-05-02T20:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:10:49.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Campanha%2Bda%2Bamizade by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2459337015/"&gt;&lt;img height="235" alt="Campanha%2Bda%2Bamizade" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2172/2459337015_685a9c6807_o.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eva Shanti agradece a lembrança e a atribuição do Armando Sousa de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandefabrica.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A Fábrica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" do selo que faz de "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.tudosobreeva.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo sobre Eva"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; um blog amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Este selo faz parte da corrente da blogosfera, Campanha da Amizade, que consiste em copiar o selo aqui exibido e nomear cinco blogs amigos, avisando cada um deles da sua nomeação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não querendo ser "desmancha-prazeres" destas coisas de correntes, em nome da Amizade, nomeio os blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://mochofalante.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mocho Falante&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://adesenhar.blogspot.com/"&gt;A desenhar&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://anaabrunhosa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ana Abrunhosa&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://amacadeeva.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Maçã de Eva&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- &lt;a href="http://clickportugal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click Portugal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Beijos a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/18701571-5317224698088876830?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5317224698088876830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5317224698088876830' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5317224698088876830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Jo0Hkaft7Nc'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-5084935406874475019?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5084935406874475019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5084935406874475019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5084935406874475019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5084935406874475019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/real-official-sex-and-city-movie.html' title='The REAL OFFICIAL Sex and the City Movie Trailer'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-6180992220452058612</id><published>2008-04-27T11:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:00:44.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City (2008) OFFICIAL TRAILER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/y6U8o9Ed0VI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/y6U8o9Ed0VI'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-6180992220452058612?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6180992220452058612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=6180992220452058612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6180992220452058612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6180992220452058612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/sex-and-city-2008-official-trailer.html' title='Sex and the City (2008) OFFICIAL TRAILER'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8833023715467838382</id><published>2008-04-25T19:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:18:23.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamb - Gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XEUWFvT16f8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XEUWFvT16f8'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-8833023715467838382?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8833023715467838382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8833023715467838382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8833023715467838382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8833023715467838382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/lamb-gabriel.html' title='Lamb - Gabriel'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8289563409964757794</id><published>2008-04-25T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:32:26.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Series_Good_evil by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2440376929/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 351px" height="349" alt="Series_Good_evil" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2248/2440376929_290fcea242_o.jpg" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-8289563409964757794?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8289563409964757794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8289563409964757794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8289563409964757794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8289563409964757794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/seriesgoodevil-by-terezafonso-on-flickr.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5608663386066337275</id><published>2008-04-25T16:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:30:41.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2440416679/" title="ist2_3359255_dictionary_definition_lust by terezafonso, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3084/2440416679_47689fcf07_o.jpg" width="380" height="248" alt="ist2_3359255_dictionary_definition_lust" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Your Favorite Sin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt; is excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt; is the desire for others' traits, status, abilities, or situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt; is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt; is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anger&lt;/strong&gt; is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt; is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt; is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO! Which one's your favorite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quiztron.com/tests/deadly_sin_quiz_17185.htm"&gt;Which Deadly Sin Are You?  Test&lt;/a&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/18701571-5608663386066337275?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5608663386066337275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5608663386066337275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5608663386066337275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5608663386066337275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-your-favorite-sin-pride-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-2075854438765927104</id><published>2008-04-25T14:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:31:31.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'> Ange ou Demon - Givenchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NPTswZP-Avc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NPTswZP-Avc'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-2075854438765927104?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2075854438765927104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=2075854438765927104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2075854438765927104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2075854438765927104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/ange-ou-demon-givenchy.html' title=' Ange ou Demon - Givenchy'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5163780954998460877</id><published>2008-04-25T14:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:53:30.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes an Angel, sometimes a Demon but it's always me ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/users/BlueKokiri/quizzes/What%20are%20You%3F!%20(Demon,%20Angel,%20Elf,%20exc.)%20((Anime%20Pics))/"&gt;Test: What are You?! (Demon, Angel, Elf...)&lt;/a&gt;&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/18701571-5163780954998460877?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5163780954998460877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5163780954998460877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-angel-sometimes-demon-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-38313262052943579</id><published>2008-04-19T15:09:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:42:44.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="klimt_kiss_dtl%5B1%5D by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2424694117/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 427px; HEIGHT: 501px" height="500" alt="klimt_kiss_dtl%5B1%5D" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/2424694117_72dfcd9a2a.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Liar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contigo torno-me sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sou Perfeita, Princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não ando, fluto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Deixo-me embalar por palavras de açúcar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho o mundo aos meus pés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou inteira, heroína&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Deixo o desejo dominar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Entro em êxtase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Não quero saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contigo torno-me sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sou Perfeita, Princesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Não quero acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pormenor do quadro de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_Klimt"&gt;Gustav Klimt&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Kiss_(Klimt_painting)"&gt;The Kiss&lt;/a&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/18701571-38313262052943579?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/38313262052943579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=38313262052943579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/38313262052943579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/38313262052943579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/beatiful-liar-contigo-torno-me-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/2424694117_72dfcd9a2a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5002718054295942847</id><published>2008-04-14T13:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:55:35.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="birthday by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2412652811/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img height="310" alt="birthday" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2420/2412652811_2846a33425_o.jpg" width="415" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Cada um tem a idade do seu coração, da sua experiência, da sua fé"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lainsignia.org/2004/mayo/cul_047.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;George Sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-5002718054295942847?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5002718054295942847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5002718054295942847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5002718054295942847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5002718054295942847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/cada-um-tem-idade-do-seu-corao-da-sua.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-6259539637164525521</id><published>2008-04-12T18:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:04:21.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="FreeFalling by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2407413089/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 282px" height="320" alt="FreeFalling" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3151/2407413089_a0b170c517_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já sou livre! Sempre fui! Não sei viver de outra forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Se por um lado acho que o dinheiro nos dá liberdade para fazer coisas, por outro também acho que podemos encontrar liberdade nas coisas pequenas e simples. E há muitas coisas que não se compram feitas, ainda que se possa ter a ilusão de que o dinheiro compra quase tudo. É exactamente esse "quase" que faz toda a diferença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sou livre no pensamento. S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou livre quando danço, quando leio, quando oiço música, quando estou com quem gosto. Sou livre quando sinto o vento na cara, quando olho para o céu, quando vejo a Lua ou encaro o Sol. Sou livre e sou espontânea. Não sei viver de outra forma, porque sou assim e não quero mudar.&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/18701571-6259539637164525521?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6259539637164525521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=6259539637164525521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6259539637164525521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6259539637164525521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/j-sou-assim-livre-sempre-fui-no-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-4149437584437037093</id><published>2008-04-12T18:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:46:38.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So Alive - Love and Rockets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xFObRusJt24' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xFObRusJt24'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-4149437584437037093?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4149437584437037093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=4149437584437037093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4149437584437037093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4149437584437037093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-alive-love-and-rockets_7207.html' title='So Alive - Love and Rockets'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-2751761171500931176</id><published>2008-04-12T18:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T18:51:20.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinto-me viva e apetece-me gritá-lo! Não sei de onde vem esta energia, esta vontade de viver e de aproveitar a vida com a intensidade ao máximo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh Oh, so alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh Oh, so alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My head is full of magic, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I can share this with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The feel I'm on top again, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's got everything to do with you -&lt;/em&gt; aplica-se talvez se o &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;for plural....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei. Sinto-me viva e quero gritá-lo!&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/18701571-2751761171500931176?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2751761171500931176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=2751761171500931176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2751761171500931176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2751761171500931176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/04/sinto-me-viva-e-apetece-me-grit-lo-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-4004847655702652853</id><published>2008-03-27T06:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T06:45:10.211Z</updated><title type='text'>Duffy - Mercy - Official Music Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/KE2orthS3TQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/KE2orthS3TQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-4004847655702652853?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4004847655702652853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=4004847655702652853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4004847655702652853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4004847655702652853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/03/duffy-mercy-official-music-video.html' title='Duffy - Mercy - Official Music Video'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-228395572202343141</id><published>2008-03-27T00:10:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:03:53.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;No ouvido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i gotta stay true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my morals got me on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im begging please stop playing games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dont know what this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cos you got me good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just like you knew you would&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but you do it wellI’m under your spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You got me begging you for mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why wont you relase me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you got me begging you for mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why wont you release me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I said release me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now you think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will be something on the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but you got to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that i need a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who can take my hand yes i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dont know what this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but you got me good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just like you knew you would&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what you dobut you do it well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’m under your spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aimee Anne Duffy, nascida no País de Gales apresentou “Rockferry”, o seu primeiro registo discográfico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A moça promete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iamduffy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Duffy Official Website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-228395572202343141?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/228395572202343141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=228395572202343141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/228395572202343141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/228395572202343141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-ouvido.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-7870032106014461953</id><published>2008-03-25T22:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:20:11.852Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Stilletto1 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2362556240/"&gt;&lt;img height="432" alt="Stilletto1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2200/2362556240_238bd91e87_o.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É a loucura! Não há revista feminina que não refira o assunto: &lt;strong&gt;SALTOS ALTOS MELHORAM VIDA SEXUAL DAS MULHERES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Depois de anos a fio a ouvir falar sobre os malefícios dos saltos altos - danos na coluna (lordose), dores nas costas, problemas no joelho e até mudança na musculatura (os músculos da parte de trás da perna ficam mais curtos e os da frente, mais longos) eis que surge o estudo de &lt;a href="http://www.portugaldiario.iol.pt/noticia.php?id=912184"&gt;Maria Centauro, urologista da Universidade de Verona, onde se conclui que &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portugaldiario.iol.pt/noticia.php?id=912184"&gt;usar sapatos com salto de até 7 cm pode ajudar a relaxar e a fortalecer os músculos da região pélvica, relacionados ao orgasmo. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O estudo demonstrou que usar salto pode provocar o relaxamento da musculatura pélvica, levando a uma contração melhor daquela área. “Da mesma forma que há ligação entre uma alteração da mandíbula e a postura, do ponto de vista urológico uma diferente posição do tornozelo pode influenciar a atitude do pavimento pélvico”, explicou Cerruto, Os músculos desta região são conhecidos também como os “músculos do prazer” porque estão directamente envolvidos no orgasmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Altura do salto:&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com a pesquisa, publicada na revista especializada inglesa European Urology, o efeito positivo não é maior se o salto for mais alto - é preciso considerar a relação entre o tamanho do pé e a altura do sapato. “O salto não deve ser superior a 7 cm, isto é, deve haver uma inclinação da articulação de cerca 10 ou 15 graus, porque é preciso que o paciente esteja confortável. Um salto de cerca de 4 ou 5 cm seria o ideal, encontrando um meio-termo entre o bem-estar do pavimento pélvico e o do paciente como um todo”, explica Maria Cerruto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Também cientistas da Unicamp descobriram a expceção da regra usar-salto-alto-faz-mal-à-saúde. Segundo pesquisa desenvolvida pelo cirurgião vascular João Potério Filho, o salto alto beneficia a circulação. A tese foi comprovada graças a um novo exame para medir pressão das veias das pernas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tipos de salto e seus efeitos - Texto completo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.uol.com.br/cyberdiet/colunas/040503_bel_salto.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agulha ou Stiletto (invenção de &lt;a href="http://www.yournewfragrance.com/Charles-Jourdan-s/1934.htm"&gt;Charles Jourdan, em 1951&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vilão dos vilões, o sapato com este salto e bico fino não é recomendado nem para a mais especial das ocasiões. Causa desequilíbrio porque reduz muito a participação do calcanhar na sustentação do corpo, além de deixar os dedos muito desconfortáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O modelo com salto fino "achatado" oferece mais equilíbrio que o tipo agulha, mas não deixa a mulher livre de torções de tornozelo e dores nos dedos e na planta do pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plataforma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Este salto oferece uma melhor distribuição da pressão exercida pelo corpo sobre os pés. A ponta angular facilita a impulsão do corpo ao caminhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Centro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O salto que sai do meio do calcanhar facilita o equilíbrio do corpo. Este modelo deixa os dedos confortáveis e pode ser uma opção para as mulheres que não abrem mão da elegância a toda hora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quadrado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O modelo grosso e quadrado é um dos eleitos pela maioria das mulheres que querem manter a elegância por longos períodos do dia. Este tipo de sapato deixa o calcanhar bem apoiado, o que ajuda no equilíbrio do corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 cm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sapato baixo, com salto de até três centímetros, é o único recomendado por especialistas para o uso diário constante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anabela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O sapato com este tipo de salto pode causar desconforto, mas, como o plataforma, diminui as dores porque distribui bem a pressão do corpo sobre a planta dos pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Textos na Net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spiner.com.br/modules.php?name=News&amp;amp;file=article&amp;amp;sid=1094"&gt;O Salto Alto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High-heeled_footwear"&gt;Wikipedia - High-heeled footwear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="carrieseason4g by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2362665248/"&gt;&lt;img height="318" alt="carrieseason4g" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3158/2362665248_7c9ec82c3e_o.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shoe-loving Carrie Bradshaw - SATC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/18701571-7870032106014461953?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7870032106014461953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=7870032106014461953' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7870032106014461953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7870032106014461953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/03/loucura-no-h-revista-feminino-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5834762784707609150</id><published>2008-03-08T14:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:06:52.493Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;SEX BEST SELLERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sexo2a by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2318825148/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 417px; HEIGHT: 119px" height="136" alt="sexo2a" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2068/2318825148_aa7560ea8d_o.gif" width="508" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sexo2b by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2318016895/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 103px" height="100" alt="sexo2b" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2281/2318016895_0dcaecb5f2_o.gif" width="508" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sexo2c by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2318016929/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 413px; HEIGHT: 116px" height="109" alt="sexo2c" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2243/2318016929_fed830aa88_o.jpg" width="508" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida sexual das mulheres&lt;br /&gt;Os desafios da nova geração que ainda está longe de se satisfazer na cama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;40% das mulheres estão muito insatisfeitas com sua vida sexual. Diante dos dados, indaga-se: afinal, o que impede a mulher de chegar ao prazer? "Em geral, ela própria", afirma a psiquiatra Carmita Abdo, do Projeto Sexualidade do Hospital das Clínicas de São Paulo, autora da maior pesquisa sobre sexualidade já feita no país. "Até hoje, ela não procura saber o que lhe dá satisfação, não se expõe, não procura entender o que se passa com ela. Ser informada só na teoria é a mesma coisa que nada", diz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É comum ver famílias conversando sobre o uso de preservativos na hora do jantar, mas vai ser difícil achar algum pai ou mãe com coragem para debater a importância das preliminares. Sexo ainda é um supertabu", afirma o psicanalista paulista Ronaldo Pamplona da Costa. Em geral, as fontes de informação continuam sendo os livros especializados em tirar dúvidas sobre sexo e as amigas. Os especialistas dizem que os livros ajudam muito, mas o autoconhecimento e o diálogo com o parceiro são fundamentais na busca da sexualidade&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tudo em &lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/especiais/mulher2/p_052.html"&gt;Veja Mulher&lt;/a&gt;, Edição Especial, Agosto 2002&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/18701571-5834762784707609150?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5834762784707609150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5834762784707609150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5834762784707609150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5834762784707609150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/03/sex-best-sellers-vida-sexual-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-584977428094366891</id><published>2008-03-06T00:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:04:26.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry for my weary lifeI know I'm not perfect but I can smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livre, solta, espontânea, nómada, despreocupada, sorridente, corajosa, contraditóra, provocatória, curiosa, desafiadora, decidida, teimosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that you see this heart behind my tired eyes....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lema: &lt;em&gt;carpe diem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frase preferida: "amanhã logo se vê"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos em 2000. E agora, o que mudou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm no angel, but please don't think that I can't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-584977428094366891?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/584977428094366891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=584977428094366891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/584977428094366891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/584977428094366891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sorry-for-my-weary-lifei-know-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-1259310311516148583</id><published>2008-03-06T00:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:41:52.629Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm No Angel by Dido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Czvz2UtIlBc' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Czvz2UtIlBc'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-1259310311516148583?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1259310311516148583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=1259310311516148583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1259310311516148583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1259310311516148583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-no-angel-by-dido.html' title='I&amp;#39;m No Angel by Dido'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-2551186356529478481</id><published>2008-03-05T05:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:09:05.579Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosto da honestidade da canção. Mas não me revejo em tudo o que diz &lt;a href="http://www.dannicarlos.com.br/"&gt;Danni Carlos&lt;/a&gt;: não compro aparelhos que não sei usar, detesto ver filmes com pausas, o meu mundo não está fechado à visitação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas há coisas que eu sei: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As noites ficam claras ao raiar do dia - Eu quero ficar perto de tudo que acho certo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Até ao dia em que eu mudar de opinião - Eu gosto do meu quarto, do meu desarrumado. Ninguém sabe mexer na minha confusão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há coisas que eu sei. Há coisas que já soube. Há coisas que vou saber um dia.&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/18701571-2551186356529478481?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2551186356529478481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=2551186356529478481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2551186356529478481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2551186356529478481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/03/gosto-da-honestidade-da-cano.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5711913514195267403</id><published>2008-03-05T05:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T05:27:03.807Z</updated><title type='text'>Videoclipe oficial </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XYf3x0Q8fw4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XYf3x0Q8fw4'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-5711913514195267403?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5711913514195267403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5711913514195267403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5711913514195267403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5711913514195267403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/03/videoclipe-oficial.html' title='Videoclipe oficial '/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-1065600419296124747</id><published>2008-02-29T14:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:16:02.833Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="love-you-shirt by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2300302572/"&gt;&lt;img height="385" alt="love-you-shirt" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3259/2300302572_fa75a857c4_o.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Quem amas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não sabes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não. Posso até sentir algo por alguém que ainda não consigo explicar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hummmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Posso mesmo ter sentimentos por pessoas diferentes, mais do que uma, pessoas que me dizem alguma coisa, pessoas que me deixaram marca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sentimentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sim, sei lá, carinho, raiva, aversão, paixão, ternura, curiosidade, vontade de conhecer melhor, tudo à mistura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Os platonismos vivem da fantasia, da contemplação, baseiam-se em pressupostos errados porque distantes do objecto. Um sentimento, qualquer que seja, pode surgir sem se saber como, mas para ter nome, para pertencer à categoria dos afectos tem de ser relacional; tem de ganhar peso, substância, mas isso só acontece se houver contacto directo com o outro envolvido, se saudavelmente houver tempo e espaço para conhecer o outro e as nuances da personalidade e deixar que o outro nos conheça também&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/18701571-1065600419296124747?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1065600419296124747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=1065600419296124747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1065600419296124747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1065600419296124747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/02/quem-amas-no-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-1114899332669709536</id><published>2008-02-28T23:46:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:33:15.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="salvador_dali by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2300302534/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="365" alt="salvador_dali" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2194/2300302534_2c973d5c98_o.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;28.02.2008 Fragmentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.&lt;/strong&gt; Comecei o dia com a ressaca do outro. Acordei mais tarde do que queria e mais cedo do que o corpo pedia. Comecei o dia desorientada, empurrada por um telefone que não parava de tocar e uma campainha aos gritos me atordoava. Foi como se quisesse parar um mundo que gira irredutível, rebelar-me contra as regras impostas e os horários dominantes. Pensei que, pelo menos durante uma semana, ia ter todo o tempo do mundo. Mas já percebi que o mundo não tem tempo para mim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II. &lt;/strong&gt;Arrastei-me pelas horas que fluem sem pedir licença. Aos solavancos, cumpri alguns dos objectivos triviais a que me tinha proposto. Ter de fazer isto, ter de ir ali, ter de... Até o tempo chamado "livre"tem destas coisas. São as responsabilidades de uma maturidade forçada que se impõem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;III.&lt;/strong&gt;Terminei o dia dilacerada. Não pela vulgaridade dos afazeres. Não por ter os olhos meio fechados, meio abertos, anestesiada pelo cansaço acumulado e elevado por uma marotana de trabalho até às 4 da manhã. Terminei o dia desfeita por dentro porque, com alguma culpa, eu sei, me vi privada do pouco que me alimenta a alma e faz feliz o coração. Faltou-me um sorriso, uma atenção, um singelo sinal de apreço ou quase afecto de quem não espero mais do que uma bagatela. Vivo em silêncio este sentimento velado ainda sem nome, sem definição. Escondo-me quando me quero mostrar. Afasto-me quando o que mais quero é aproximar-me. Baixo os olhos em vez de encarar. Engulo as palavras em vez de as soltar. E com esta inércia oscilo entre os extremos: um estado de graça sem paralelo que serve de escudo aos contratempos diários; o desalento de quem sucumbe às contingências da transparência que não domina e que torna os pés mais presos ao chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagem: detalhe de A persistência da Memória (1931), quadro de Salvador Dalí&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/18701571-1114899332669709536?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1114899332669709536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=1114899332669709536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1114899332669709536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1114899332669709536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/02/28.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-7903895201448714482</id><published>2008-02-26T00:45:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-02-26T03:18:49.937Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Without_You_by_swishy_fresh by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2292296689/"&gt;&lt;img height="250" alt="Without_You_by_swishy_fresh" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2034/2292296689_46ff02c2df.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talvez Fevereiro seja o mês do Amor. Talvez depois da chuva diluviana sonhe com dias longos, quentes e iluminados. Talvez não haja lógica nenhuma. Apeteceu-me ir buscar esta canção ao baú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adoro-a. Oiço-a sem parar. As vezes que me apetecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosto da força escondida na tristeza do poema. De simples e planas, as palavras tornam-se volumosas, potentes, com a textura própria de quem reconhece a grandeza do sentimento mas se resigna, melancólico, aos entraves da vida. É a inconfundível alma portuguesa, arrebatadora, mas que não sabe viver sem o peso do fado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como se a felicidade nunca estivesse completa. Como se o Amor perfeito não exista sem o seu quê de transgressão. Como se fosse o Amor retraído, separado, condenado, proibido, vivido em silêncio, sofrido, o maior e o mais valoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/arlindo_correia/amalia_rodrigues.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amália&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; escreveu o fado e gravou-o em 1983. O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://underrreview.blogspot.com/2007/11/v-imprio.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;V Império&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; apresentou a versão ligeira em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.de/gp/recsradio/radio/B0006B0QMU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tribute to Amália &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(2004), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://katiaguerreiro.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kátia Guerreiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;incluíu-o no seu trabalho de 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amor de fel, amor de mel&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um amor&lt;br /&gt;Que não posso confessar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso chorar&lt;br /&gt;Amor pecado, amor de amor&lt;br /&gt;Amor de mel, amor de flor,&lt;br /&gt;Amor de fel, amor maior,&lt;br /&gt;Amor amado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão :&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um amor&lt;br /&gt;Amor de dor, amor maior,&lt;br /&gt;Amor chorado em tom menor&lt;br /&gt;Em tom menor, maior o Fado!&lt;br /&gt;Choro a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Tornando maior o mar&lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar de amar&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor em pecado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi andorinha&lt;br /&gt;Que chegou na Primavera,&lt;br /&gt;Eu era quem era!&lt;br /&gt;Amor pecado, amor de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Amor de mel, amor de flor,&lt;br /&gt;Amor de fel, amor maior,&lt;br /&gt;Amor amado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fado maior&lt;br /&gt;Cantado em tom de menor&lt;br /&gt;Chorando o amor de dor&lt;br /&gt;Dor d'um bem e mal amado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beemp3.com/index.php?q=tribute+amalia+rodrigues&amp;amp;st=album"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Versão V Império&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsilva.bloguedemusica.com/8011/Amor-de-mel-amor-de-fel/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fado Kátia Guerreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto encontrada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thejubs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-7903895201448714482?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7903895201448714482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=7903895201448714482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7903895201448714482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7903895201448714482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/02/talvez-fevereiro-seja-o-ms-do-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2034/2292296689_46ff02c2df_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8266577356459992510</id><published>2008-02-13T23:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:15:20.139Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a title="flr153 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2263238593/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2263238593/" title="flr153 by terezafonso, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/2263238593_182880e337_o.jpg" width="400" height="265" alt="flr153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero fazer o elogio do &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; puro. Parece-me que já ninguém se apaixona de verdade. Já ninguém quer viver um &lt;strong&gt;amor &lt;/strong&gt;impossível. Já ninguém aceita amar sem uma razão. Hoje as pessoas apaixonam-se por uma questão de prática. Porque dá jeito. Porque são colegas e estão ali mesmo ao lado. Porque se dão bem e não se chateiam muito. Porque faz sentido. Porque é mais barato, por causa da casa. Por causa da cama. Por causa das cuecas e das calças e das contas da lavandaria. Hoje em dia as pessoas fazem contratos pré-nupciais, discutem tudo de antemão, fazem planos e à mínima merdinha entram logo em "diálogo". O amor passou a ser passível de ser combinado. Os amantes tornaram-se sócios. Reúnem-se, discutem problemas, tomam decisões. O amor transformou-se numa variante psico-sócio-bio-ecológica de camaradagem.A paixão, que devia ser desmedida, é na medida do possível. O amor tornou-se uma questão prática. O resultado é que as pessoas, em vez de se apaixonarem de verdade, ficam "praticamente" apaixonadas.Eu quero fazer o elogio do &lt;strong&gt;amor &lt;/strong&gt;puro, do&lt;strong&gt; amor&lt;/strong&gt; cego, do &lt;strong&gt;amor &lt;/strong&gt;estúpido, do &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; doente, do único &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; verdadeiro que há, estou farto de conversas, farto de compreensões, farto de conveniências de serviço. Nunca vi namorados tão embrutecidos, tão cobardes e tão comodistas como os de hoje. Incapazes de um gesto largo, de correr um risco, de um rasgo de ousadia, são uma raça de telefoneiros e capangas de cantina, malta do "tá tudo bem, tudo bem", tomadores de bicas, alcançadores de compromissos, bananóides, borra-botas, matadores do romance, romanticidas. Já ninguém se apaixona? Já ninguém aceita a paixão pura, a saudade sem fim, a tristeza, o desequilíbrio, o medo, o custo, o &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt;, a doença que é como um cancro a comer-nos o coração e que nos canta no peito ao mesmo tempo? O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. O&lt;strong&gt; amor&lt;/strong&gt; não é para ser uma ajudinha. Não é para ser o alívio, o repouso, o intervalo, a pancadinha nas costas, a pausa que refresca, o pronto-socorro da tortuosa estrada da vida, o nosso "dá lá um jeitinho sentimental". Odeio esta mania contemporânea por sopas e descanso. Odeio os novos casalinhos. Para onde quer que se olhe, já não se vê romance, gritaria, maluquice, facada, abraços, flores. O &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; fechou a loja. Foi trespassada ao pessoal da pantufa e da serenidade. &lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt; é &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt;. É essa beleza. É esse perigo. O nosso &lt;strong&gt;amor &lt;/strong&gt;não é para nos compreender, não é para nos ajudar, não é para nos fazer felizes. Tanto pode como não pode. Tanto faz. É uma questão de azar. O nosso &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; não é para nos amar, para nos levar de repente ao céu, a tempo ainda de apanhar um bocadinho de inferno aberto. O &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; é uma coisa, a vida é outra. A vida às vezes mata o &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt;. A "vidinha" é uma convivência assassina. O amor puro não é um meio, não é um fim, não é um princípio, não é um destino. O &lt;strong&gt;amor &lt;/strong&gt;puro é uma condição. Tem tanto a ver com a vida de cada um como o clima. O &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; não se percebe. Não dá para perceber. O &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; é um estado de quem se sente. O &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; é a nossa alma. É a nossa alma a desatar. A desatar a correr atrás do que não sabe, não apanha, não larga, não compreende. O &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; é uma verdade. É por isso que a ilusão é necessária. A ilusão é bonita, não faz mal. Que se invente e minta e sonhe o que quiser. O &lt;strong&gt;amor &lt;/strong&gt;é uma coisa, a vida é outra.A realidade pode matar, o &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; é mais bonito que a vida. A vida que se lixe. Num momento, num olhar, o coração apanha-se para sempre. Ama-se alguém. Por muito longe, por muito difícil, por muito desesperadamente. O coração guarda o que se nos escapa das mãos. E durante o dia e durante a vida, quando não está lá quem se ama, não é ela que nos acompanha - é o nosso &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt;, o &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; que se lhe tem. Não é para perceber. É sinal de &lt;strong&gt;amor &lt;/strong&gt;puro não se perceber, amar e não se ter, querer e não guardar a esperança, doer sem ficar magoado, viver sozinho, triste, mas mais acompanhado de quem vive feliz. Não se pode ceder. Não se pode resistir. A vida é uma coisa, o &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; é outra.A vida dura a vida inteira, o &lt;strong&gt;amor &lt;/strong&gt;não. Só um mundo de amor pode durar a vida inteira. E valê-la também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Texto de Miguel Esteves Cardoso, publicado no Jornal Expresso em Novembro de 2005.&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/18701571-8266577356459992510?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8266577356459992510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8266577356459992510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8266577356459992510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8266577356459992510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/02/quero-fazer-o-elogio-do-amor-puro.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-9223255392494790648</id><published>2008-01-28T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:35:37.631Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="333" alt="respect2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2311/2227292202_e3283de81f_o.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;RESPEITO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É o meu desejo para 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque associado ao respeito mútuo está a tolerância. Uma convivência pacífica exige consideração por outras maneiras de pensar, de agir, de estar na vida, desde que o espaço de cada um seja salvaguardado. Respeito e não temor deveria ser característico dos Estados livres que colocam a diginidade da pessoa humana como princípio basilar e intocável. Respeito. Respeito entre homens e mulheres. Respeito entre amigos, vizinhos, irmãos, pais e filhos, avós e netos. Respeito pelo ambiente. Respeito pela Natureza. Respeito. Por um mundo melhor.&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/18701571-9223255392494790648?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/9223255392494790648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=9223255392494790648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/9223255392494790648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/9223255392494790648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2008/01/respeito.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-4947002239057795543</id><published>2007-12-29T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:02:41.095Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="benazir1_430x500 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2146259686/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="benazir1_430x500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/2146259686_9f3dfdac9a_o.jpg" width="430" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Benazir - "A nunca vista"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Karachi, 21 de junho de 1953 — Rawalpindi, 27 de dezembro de 2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto retirada de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://o.aolcdn.com/www.aol.in/gallery/i/b/benazir_diary_07/benazir1_430"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Benazir Bhutto Diary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paquistanesa, nasceu com o destino marcado pela luta política da dinastia Bhutto. Puseram-lhe o nome persa "Benazir" que literalmente significa "aquela que que nunca foi vista".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi educada no Reino Unido, frequentou Oxford e Harvad, estudou Ciências Políticas e Filosofia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em 1979, após a deposição e execução do seu pai, o Primeiro-Ministro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Zulfikar Ali Bhutto" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zulfikar_Ali_Bhutto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Zulfikar Ali Bhutto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, Benazir esteve numa solitária nos 5 anos seguintes. Tinha, então, 26 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nunca esmoreceu. O sofrimento infligido pelos inimigos apenas alimentou a sua força interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi duas vezes Primeira-Ministra do Paquistão e a primeira mulher a ocupar um cargo de chefe de governo de um Estado muçulmano moderno. A primeira eleição ocorreu em 1988.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Incómoda, foi presa vezes sem conta e alvo de acusações maldosas, que nunca questionou por se saber num jogo viciado de motivação política.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recentemente, Benazir Bhutto pedira a renúncia do General &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pervez Musharraf" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pervez_Musharraf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pervez Musharraf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; da presidência do Paquistão, apesar deste lhe ter sugerido o cargo de Primeira-Ministra. Quem luta por princípios e valores democráticos e não pelo poder, nunca o poderia aceitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carregou toda a vida a iminência da morte súbita e violenta. Sobreviveu a inúmeros atentados e a despedida dos amigos e da família e dos amigos era uma constante. Sucumbe aos 54 anos num atentado bombista em Rawalpindi, cidade próxima a Islamabad, a capital paquistanesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Benazir Bhutto, a personagem de uma história de vida tornada lição de persistência, coragem, perserverança. Impossível ficar indiferente a esta mulher carismática, inteligente, que aceitou desde cedo a missão de dar ao povo paquistanês a liberdade e um governo democrático.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="bhutto%20benazir by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2145617975/"&gt;&lt;img height="299" alt="bhutto%20benazir" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2044/2145617975_a17b9e61a2_o.jpg" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/people/features/wiwp/dyncon/bhutto.shtml#"&gt;"I was a very shy girl who led an insulated life, it was only when I came to Oxford and to Harvard before that, that suddenly I saw the power of people. I didn't know such a power existed, I saw people criticising their own president, you couldn't do that in Pakistan, you'd be thrown in prison. I saw the press take on the government. I was determined to go back home and to give to my people the freedoms and the choices- the individual dignity which I saw my college mates and everyone else in the West have...That early educational influence has profoundly affected my outlook on life."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/people/features/wiwp/dyncon/bhutto.shtml#"&gt;"I had fought a military dictatorship. It was a Muslim country with very strong patriarchal tendencies. There were tribal areas, there had been the war in Afghanistan with the Mullahs, so it was a very big challenge to convince those who were not with us that women in the world of today could do as well as anyone else."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sites recomendados: &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/people/features/wiwp/dyncon/bhutto.shtml"&gt;BBC - women in power,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benazir_Bhutto"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandefabrica.blogspot.com/2007/12/benazir-bhutto.html"&gt;A Fábrica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-4947002239057795543?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4947002239057795543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=4947002239057795543' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4947002239057795543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4947002239057795543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/12/benazir-nunca-vista-karachi-21-de-junho.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5097871064882722751</id><published>2007-12-15T00:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:19:52.833Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="is308003 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2111912578/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="is308003" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2305/2111912578_802af85395_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre essa coisa de gostar de alguém...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Existem pessoas que não conseguem amar ninguém. Não porque não queiram, mas porque há sempre algum impedimento. Diz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://esperobemquenao.blogspot.com/2007/12/esta-coisa-de-gostar-de-algum.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fernando Alvim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que é um mal semelhante à alergia ao marisco: nasce-se assim e não se sabe a razão dessa sensibilidade anormal do organismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não digo que se nasça assim, mas sim que se vão criando anticorpos por essa vida fora como resposta aos embates amorosos. E, mais tarde ou mais cedo, alguns de nós começam a ter mais dificuldade em entregar-se num relacionamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pior, há quem sofra de SEIPE - Síndrome da Escolha Inconsciente da Pessoa Errada. Isso condena qualquer relação à partida, porque o coração decide pulsar com mais força por alguém que é "errado". E pode-se ser "errado" de tantas formas que nem vale a pena enumerá-las. Sendo que a qualificação de pessoa "certa" ou "errada" nunca é absoluta, mas sempre relativa a quem sofre dessa doença. Porque se começa a entrar em relacionamentos que se sucedem e que é suposto resultarem em ... nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse aspecto, (concordo com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://esperobemquenao.blogspot.com/2007/12/esta-coisa-de-gostar-de-algum.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FA), &lt;em&gt;o certo é perceber que se nós escolhemos aquela pessoa foi porque já sabíamos que não íamos a lado nenhum&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E há que admiti-lo para depois poder quebrar o que se tornou regra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Já no que toca a relações de longo prazo, há de tudo. Temos a ternura dos dois velhinhos de mãos dadas num banco de jardim só com olhos um para o outro , temos o casal que come em silêncio à mesa de um restaurante, temos o par ao lado que troca carícias por debaixo da mesa a olhar por cima do ombro para ver se há alguém conhecido por perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como as pessoas que lhe dão corpo, os relaciomentos evoluem e a evolução é sempre uma incógnita. Nascem, vivem (mais ou menos, bem ou mal), morrem - de tédio, de corte mais ou menos consensual, morte física.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já dizia o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astormentas.com/camoes.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;poeta: &lt;em&gt;mudam-se os tempos, mudam-se as&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;vontades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Mudamos e adaptamos-nos, ou não, a essas mudanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E saber quando gostam de nós? E saber quando gostamos de alguém? É a aplicação prática do sábio provérbio árabe: "Quem quer fazer alguma coisa, encontra um meio, quem não quer fazer nada, encontra uma desculpa" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://esperobemquenao.blogspot.com/2007/12/esta-coisa-de-gostar-de-algum.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nunca falha a bateria, nunca nada nos impede de nos vermos e nem de nos encontrarmos no meio de uma multidão de gente, não respondemos a uma mensagem só no final do dia, não temos acidentes de carro, nem nunca os nossos pais se sentiram mal a ponto de nos impossibilitarem o nosso encontro; ouvimos sempre o telefone, a campaínha da porta, lemos sempre a mensagem que nos deixaram no vidro embaciado do carro desse Inverno rigoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-5097871064882722751?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5097871064882722751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5097871064882722751' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5097871064882722751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5097871064882722751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/12/sobre-essa-coisa-de-gostar-de-algum.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-1063540985028482926</id><published>2007-12-08T20:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:00:29.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Laços (Ties) - Project: Direct</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/gl74J-aAnfg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gl74J-aAnfg'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-1063540985028482926?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1063540985028482926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=1063540985028482926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1063540985028482926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1063540985028482926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/12/laos-ties-project-direct.html' title='Laços (Ties) - Project: Direct'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-4245782967120259671</id><published>2007-12-08T19:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:22:00.229Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ties - Laços&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para ver, sentir, pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/projectdirect"&gt;Youtube Project Direct&lt;/a&gt; was a film challenge for directors with something to say. Of the many excellent short films submitted, 20 were selected as finalists by award-winning filmmaker Jason Reitman and a panel of industry experts. The YouTube community then voted for their favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A letra da canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Australia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could go to Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could fly to Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Could go to South America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, everybody can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Could run like hell to China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could go to Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Could run like a late rabbit and I wouldn't move one bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm stuck here in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blinded by all the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Standing outside my body with my body still in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could travel the whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I could just stand up still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And that's, I know, an image that would make some people ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someday somebody said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think it was a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"As long as you're okay with it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And that I think I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-4245782967120259671?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4245782967120259671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=4245782967120259671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4245782967120259671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4245782967120259671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/12/ties-laos-para-ver-sentir-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5369951394510170286</id><published>2007-12-02T22:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:17:09.635Z</updated><title type='text'>Closer Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/QlyqGmPXgBI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/QlyqGmPXgBI'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-5369951394510170286?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5369951394510170286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5369951394510170286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5369951394510170286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5369951394510170286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/12/closer-trailer.html' title='Closer Trailer'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5840042262366462446</id><published>2007-12-02T22:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:16:33.827Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perto demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Closer é um dos meus filmes preferidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/colunas/coluna.asp?codigo=102"&gt;Closer faz um assustador painel da relação entre homens e mulheres no mundo moderno, onde a disputa pelo amor acaba se confundindo com poder e dominação. Os personagens usam o amor como desculpa para suas ações, mas parecem estar sempre visando seu próprio bem-estar e a cada nova volta da roda-viva têm um diferente objeto de desejo. A certa altura, um personagem exclama com mágoa: "Você não pode me abandonar. Sou eu quem sempre abandona as pessoas". O que dá a medida exata do egoísmo humano, já que as traições mais cruéis sempre são as que sofremos e nunca as que infligimos. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muito melhor que ler qualquer coisa que se possa dizer sobre este filme, o melhor é vê-lo. Ou se ama ou se odeia, dificilmente se arranja meio termo e a indiferença não tem lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-5840042262366462446?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5840042262366462446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5840042262366462446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5840042262366462446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5840042262366462446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/12/perto-demais-closer-um-dos-meus-filmes.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-6279152982881880020</id><published>2007-12-02T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:19:09.291Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="efp" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" width="448" height="365" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2657466&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ifilm.com/video/2657466"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Closer - Aquarium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Clive Owen discovers he's been the victim of online deception when he meets Julia Roberts at an aquarium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A Festa de Natal da empresa vai ser no Oceanário... Lembrei-me logo desta cena do &lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/colunas/coluna.asp?codigo=102"&gt;"Closer". &lt;/a&gt;Acho romântico conhecer pessoas em Aquários, exposições e museus. &lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/vestida-para-matar/vestida-para-matar.asp"&gt;"Vestida para Matar" de Brian de Palma &lt;/a&gt;também conta com uma cena entusiasmante em que dois desconhecidos entram num jogo de sedução sem limites.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gostos não se discutem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-6279152982881880020?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6279152982881880020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=6279152982881880020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6279152982881880020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6279152982881880020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/12/closer-aquarium-clive-owen-discovers.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-6095217046862773055</id><published>2007-12-02T21:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:44:02.370Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a title="profiteroles by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2081256723/"&gt;&lt;img height="376" alt="profiteroles" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2391/2081256723_ffb73bb13f_o.jpg" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Profiteroles, Um manjar dos Deuses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É uma sobremesa muito popular na França nos dias actuais, mas foi considerada uma iguaria real no século XVI. Graças a um pedido de Catarina de Médicis, soberana da França na época, um &lt;em&gt;chef&lt;/em&gt; italiano criou a receita, que vem sendo aperfeiçoada ao longo dos tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sobremesa profiteroles possui massa leve, pouco açucarada e recheada de cremes diversos, sendo que o recheio mais tradicional é o de creme de baunilha. Pode também ser servida com acompanhamento de sorvete e caldas doces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver Wikipedia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Profiteroles"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Português&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Profiterole"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Inglês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-6095217046862773055?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6095217046862773055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=6095217046862773055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6095217046862773055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6095217046862773055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/12/profiteroles-um-manjar-dos-deuses-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-2711437620111597856</id><published>2007-11-25T20:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:54:32.312Z</updated><title type='text'>Da Weasel - Retratamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/X2bWP34HuZs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/X2bWP34HuZs'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-2711437620111597856?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2711437620111597856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=2711437620111597856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2711437620111597856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2711437620111597856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/11/da-weasel-retratamento.html' title='Da Weasel - Retratamento'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-2965710626730175743</id><published>2007-11-25T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:01:49.545Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosto da abordagem directa, honesta, simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosto da carga erótica das palavras tornadas frases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosto da sensualidade da voz baixa que as sopra de rajada ao meu ouvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosto de ser (me)nina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosto de muher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da Weasel:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Da_Weasel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;português&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Da_Weasel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Re- tratamento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou levar-te para casa,tomar conta de ti, dar-te um bom banho, vestir-te um pijama e fazer-te uma papinha, meter-te na caminha, ler-te uma historinha e deixar-te bem calminha, ouve bem, preciso de alguém do meu lado que me dê um bom dia com um sorriso bem rasgado,amor pela manha, pela tarde e pelo fim do dia,mais um pouco quando o sonho era o que eu queria,não é preciso muito, é muito simples na verdade, só quero amor bom, carinho, solidariedade,faz-me rir e eu prometo que não te faço chorar,trata bem de mim e eu bem de ti vou tratar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olá nina quero tratar de ti, dar-te o mundo e o outro, tenho tudo aqui,chega só um pouco perto de mim, acredita que nunca me senti assim... yeah yeahhh na na nana yeah yeahhh yeah na na nana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trata-me bem, eu juro que suo sangue por ti, faz a coisa certa como spike lee, podes usar e abusar do meu brinquedo favorito, mas tem cuidado por favor não o deixes partido, dou-te tudo que poder, tudo que tiver,o que não tiver tiro aos deuses para a minha mulher, roubamos um foguete, vamos dar uma volta até a lua, escrevo um livro no caminho com a alma toda nua, procriamos como coelhos quando nos derem pelos joelhos, procriamos mais um pouco porque eu adoro fedelhos, escrevo o teu nome no meu corpo pra toda gente ver, bem piroso e lamechas como o amor deve ser, verdadeiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gostas de filmes, podíamos fazer um bem privado, eu escrevo, realizo e actuo do teu lado, podes ser a minha estrela, vou-te dar um bom papel,pouca palavra muita acção acredita que é mel, nasceste para isto, tá tudo previsto, por isso insisto e não resisto a dar-te mais um pouco disto, o amor puro fresco como a brisa do mar, tenho montes dele guardado e está quase a estragar, envelheço ao teu lado, eu bem gordo tu bem magra, acabamos com o stock nacional de viagra, faz-me rir e eu prometo que não te faço chorar,trata bem de mim e eu bem de ti vou tratar. ..Olá... nina... chega ao pé de mim... deixa-me dar-te o que tu mereces, tu és a resposta para as minhas preces, senta-te aqui vou-te cantar um som, doce como tu, como um bombom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-2965710626730175743?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2965710626730175743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=2965710626730175743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2965710626730175743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2965710626730175743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/11/gosto-da-abordagem-directa-honesta.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8593401158517164119</id><published>2007-11-18T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:45:15.462Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joanavasconcelos.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joana Vasconcelos, imperdível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um reflexão artística sobre o Universo feminino e a existência da mulher no mundo contemporâneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Vasconcelos by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2043537416/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Vasconcelos" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2318/2043537416_2c91d0de7a.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://madrid.art49.com/art49/art49madrid.nsf/0/D8E55ED4710B09AEC12570AF0038AB15?OpenDocument&amp;amp;lang=EN"&gt;Top Model, 2005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tampões, crochés, garrafas, talheres de plástico, aspirinas, panelas. Os objectos do quotidiano são a base de trabalho da artista plástica &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joana_Vasconcelos"&gt;Joana Vasconcelos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instituto-camoes.pt/encarte/encarte85i.htm"&gt;Joana tornou-se mais conhecida do público em 2005 com &lt;em&gt;A Noiva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; – um lustre feito com 20.000 tampões OB –, peça principal da Bienal de Veneza, Itália 2005. Segundo a escultora, o plástico com que são revestidos os tampões reflecte a luz quase tão bem como o vidro. Esta peça tem a ver com uma situação muito específica dos valores da mulher, da virgindade, da apresentação da mulher no dia do casamento, do vestido branco, da hipocrisia dos costumes, de como o lustre define socialmente uma família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a title="JoanaVasconcelosAnoiva01 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2042737639/"&gt;&lt;img height="379" alt="JoanaVasconcelosAnoiva01" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2257/2042737639_bc6098d4c9_o.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O todo ofusca a soma das partes. A repetição e acumulação em larga escala conduzem à abstracção das ideias. Os materiais usados são um meio de comunicar, não um fim em si mesmo. O resultado: esculturas imponentes, curiosas, portentosas, lúdicas, ironicamente belas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="dorothy_jardim_03 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2043534794/"&gt;&lt;img height="554" alt="dorothy_jardim_03" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2248/2043534794_ead1cef249_o.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorothy&lt;/em&gt;, o sapato de salto alto imenso, glamoroso, reclama a ambiguidade da vida da mulher contemporânea, que é activa, trabalha e anda de salto alto, mas ao mesmo tempo tem uma vida privada à volta dos tachos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte da exposição &lt;a href="http://www.rtp.pt/index.php?article=283885&amp;amp;visual=16&amp;amp;rss=0"&gt;“Yellow Brick Road" (Palazzo Nani Bernardo Lucheschi, Junho 2007)&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Dorothy&lt;/em&gt;, é uma mistura de Feiticeiro de Oz e Gata Borralheira", o contraponto entre os afazeres domésticos e a vida social activa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coração Independente&lt;/em&gt; é outra obra de Joana Vasconcelos. Esta escultura de 3,70 metros de altura insere-se na Trilogia Fado: ouro, sangue e morte e inclui dois outros corações de igual tamanho, um dourado e outro negro que representa a morte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="joana-vasconcelos by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2043534986/"&gt;&lt;img height="410" alt="joana-vasconcelos" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2036/2043534986_75db112ee2_o.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coração Independente, &lt;/em&gt;Pavilhão Centro de Portugal, Coimbra, 2005. Fotografia de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fcsh.unl.pt/facesdeeva/eva_quem_leandro.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandra Leandro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração dourado está temporariamente exposto na sede da União Europeia em Bruxelas, pertencendo ao &lt;a href="http://www.lifecooler.com/edicoes/lifecooler/desenvReg.asp?reg=390449"&gt;restaurante Eleven em Lisboa&lt;/a&gt;, o coração negro pertence ao &lt;a href="http://www.musac.org.es/"&gt;Museo de Arte Contemporáneo de Castilla y Leon &lt;/a&gt;e o vermelho pertence ao coleccionador &lt;a href="http://www.apicer.pt/NOTICIAS/noticia.asp?ID=123"&gt;João Pinto de Sousa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construído com 5.000 talheres de piquenique torcidos a quente, é inspirado no minhoto coração de filigrana, peça de joalharia tipicamente portuguesa e no Fado de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Am%C3%A1lia_Rodrigues"&gt;Amália&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Estranha forma de vida&lt;/em&gt;: «Coração independente, / coração que não comando: / vive perdido entre a gente, / teimosamente sangrando, / coração independente».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="burka_1127 by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2043535662/"&gt;&lt;img height="334" alt="burka_1127" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2275/2043535662_d9cd4c9a66.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musac.org.es/index.php?obr=310"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Burka&lt;/em&gt;, escultura mecânica de 2002,&lt;/a&gt; faz parte da&lt;a href="http://www.oprimeirodejaneiro.pt/?op=artigo&amp;amp;sec=c20ad4d76fe97759aa27a0c99bff6710&amp;amp;subsec=&amp;amp;id=96aad5e6ed1a2dce18845d9d8e2bc486"&gt; exposição colectiva «Modern Mahrem» patente no complexo Santralistanbul em Istambul&lt;/a&gt;, Turquia até finais de Novembro. Mais vez uma chamada de atenção para a mulher actual e para as burkas invisíveis aos olhos mas usadas continuamente a uma escala mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joana Vasconcelos ressalva que o facto de criar peças em grande escala torna as suas obras não acessíveis a uma parte dos consumidores, mas lamenta que grandes instituições ligadas à arte mostrem menos interesse em Portugal do que no estrangeiro. "Só a Fundação de Serralves tem uma peça minha, pequena. As outras estão com apenas três coleccionadores particulares" - António Cachola, Pedro Cabrita Reis e José Miguel Júdice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a title="jv by terezafonso, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2043536274/"&gt;&lt;img height="277" alt="jv" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2004/2043536274_632612fffd_o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De personalidade forte e extrovertida, Joana que já foi segurança de uma discoteca e praticou artes marciais. passeia-se de trotineta pelo armazém da Fundição de Oeiras, onde trabalha diariamente nas suas obras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejeita o rótulo de feminista porque a sua análise "é mais social, a nível prático mais do que político", esclarece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todavia, é inegável que a artista afirma com a sua arte os paradoxos do universo feminino e confronta o mundo com questões directamente relacionadas com a mulher moderna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na recente entrevista à &lt;a href="http://www.maxima.xl.pt/"&gt;Revista Máxima, Dezembro 2007&lt;/a&gt;, diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Sou feminista criticando as mulheres. A mulher está sempre a trabalhar no interior, está perdida no seu interior, começa a descobrir que existem outras coisas. O objectivo é o pensamento, através da inteligência. Critico as mulheres que mantêm um discurso feminista, que é conservador, que não evoluiu." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joanavasconcelos.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Site oficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.correiodamanha.pt/comentario.asp?idCanal=19&amp;amp;id=160683"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entrevista ao Correio da Manhã, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.24hourmuseum.org.uk/exh_gfx_en/ART51118.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Próxima exposição de Joana Vasconcelos - Uk, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-8593401158517164119?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8593401158517164119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8593401158517164119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8593401158517164119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8593401158517164119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/11/joana-vasconcelos-imperdvel-um-reflexo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2318/2043537416_2c91d0de7a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-4716570486909639594</id><published>2007-11-17T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T12:23:22.898Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2039506171/" title="fortune_cookie_i_large by terezafonso, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2146/2039506171_72ebf80542_o.jpg" width="450" height="450" alt="fortune_cookie_i_large" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo, muito medo! Ou não ;)&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/18701571-4716570486909639594?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4716570486909639594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=4716570486909639594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4716570486909639594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4716570486909639594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/11/medo-muito-medo-ou-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-3496435904707242795</id><published>2007-11-17T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T12:04:12.791Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/2040262500/" title="w_emotionally-unavailable2 by terezafonso, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2012/2040262500_9ba1a95f06_o.png" width="350" height="350" alt="w_emotionally-unavailable2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Indisponibilidade emocional.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há dias assim. E há fases da vida, também. Mas quando se torna crónico, dá que pensar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Autodefesa? Egocentrismo? Incapacidade de sentir?&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/18701571-3496435904707242795?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3496435904707242795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=3496435904707242795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3496435904707242795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3496435904707242795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/11/indisponibilidade-emocional.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-7824948635697539993</id><published>2007-11-08T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:41:17.304Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1923683444/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 442px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="375" alt="cor1" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2374/1923683444_6a02c78a88.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1922857917/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 441px; HEIGHT: 379px" height="375" alt="cor2" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2246/1922857917_0d84b38175.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Campanha da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saatchi.com/worldwide/index.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saatchi &amp;amp; Saatchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; para a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cordaid.nl/English/About_Cordaid/Index.aspx?mId=10182"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cordaid - People in need charity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; vencedora no festival "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canneslionslive.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cannes Lions 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;" na categoria de "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canneslionslive.com/outdoor/win_3_4_02554.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outdoors/Fundraising &amp;amp; Appeals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais palavras? Para quê? Está tudo dito. Falta fazer. E muito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E não é só nos outros Continentes, em países distantes. A luta passa também pelos que sofrem e têm necessidades mesmo ao nosso lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-7824948635697539993?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7824948635697539993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=7824948635697539993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7824948635697539993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7824948635697539993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/11/campanha-da-saatchi-saatchi-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2374/1923683444_6a02c78a88_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-6685924170137914723</id><published>2007-10-28T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:21:15.711Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1790962229/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1800090089/"&gt;&lt;img height="527" alt="mp_MP062_XL" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2245/1800090089_2141c30ceb_o.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belonging&lt;/em&gt; by Mick Payton in  &lt;a href="http://www.obsessionart/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obsessionart.com/"&gt;www.obsessionart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O desafio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te, como sei, como posso. Deixar-te livre para me amares também como sabes, como podes, mesmo além e apesar de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-6685924170137914723?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/6685924170137914723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=6685924170137914723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6685924170137914723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/6685924170137914723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/10/belonging-by-mick-payton-in-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-3695301780478641659</id><published>2007-10-20T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T11:32:14.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1650921675/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="FORTUNE%20cookie%201" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2269/1650921675_24708f2973.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fortune_cookie"&gt;Fortune Cookie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get rid of the things you no longer use. Move on emotionally and you can start again, much wiser and aware of what you can and cannot do. Learn from past experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As mulheres são muito dadas as estas coisas de sinais, oráculos, profecias, previsões... Talvez pela &lt;a href="http://marieclaire.globo.com/edic/ed112/rep_intuicao.htm"&gt;intuição&lt;/a&gt;, característica associada à mulher porque naturalmente mais desenvolvida. Talvez por uma passado longínquo com raízes no &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paganismo"&gt;Paganismo&lt;/a&gt; e semente no &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arte_do_Paleol%C3%ADtico"&gt;Paleolítico&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;São poucos os homens que admitem que também gostam de ler o horóscopo. Mesmo dizendo que é só por brincadeira e que nada é a sério, há sempre o risco de manchar virilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Certo é que dou comigo a abrir livros em páginas ao calhas à procura de uma mensagem oculta. Interrogo-me constantemente com coisas parvas, por exemplo, sobre o significado de estarem 3 pessoas com peças de roupa cor-de-rosa florescente do outro lado da linha do Metro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Deve ser uma &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paran%C3%B3ia"&gt;paranóia&lt;/a&gt; como outra qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fortune_cookie"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fortune Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ueba.com.br/forum/index.php?showtopic=23592"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bolos da Sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/search_results.php?search_type=tag_title&amp;amp;search_query=fortune%20cookies"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fortune Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.etsy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://marieclaire.globo.com/edic/ed112/rep_intuicao.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucianapagana.multiply.com/journal"&gt;Viagem ao mundo mágico de Luciana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sagradofeminino.xamanismo.org/"&gt;Caminho ancestral do Sagrado Feminino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://marieclaire.globo.com/edic/ed112/rep_intuicao.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Teste da intuição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ueba.com.br/forum/index.php?showtopic=23592"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/18701571-3695301780478641659?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3695301780478641659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=3695301780478641659' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3695301780478641659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3695301780478641659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/10/fortune-cookie-get-rid-of-things-you-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2269/1650921675_24708f2973_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8318418132239725894</id><published>2007-10-14T19:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:53:58.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebel Gilberto. So Nice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Dpcg5Pg4zHY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Dpcg5Pg4zHY'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-8318418132239725894?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8318418132239725894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8318418132239725894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8318418132239725894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8318418132239725894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/10/bebel-gilberto-so-nice.html' title='Bebel Gilberto. So Nice.'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-615358525477712370</id><published>2007-10-14T19:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:02:05.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.actionext.com/names_b/bebel_gilberto_lyrics/so_nice_summer_samba.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deixei entreaberta a porta e tu entraste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Agora não te convenças que sabes como a minha cabeça funciona. Não penses nunca que me compreendes, que sabes por onde andam os meus pensamentos, por onde vagueiam os meus sonhos, onde se escondem os meus desejos. Esse é o primeiro e o maior dos erros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Agora que entraste, promete-me que não partes nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone to hold me tight ... Someone to love me right... Someone to understand each little dream in me... Someone to take my hand and be a team with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.actionext.com/names_b/bebel_gilberto_lyrics/so_nice_summer_samba.html"&gt;BEBEL GILBERTO - So Nice (Summer Samba), Lyrics by Paulo Sérgio Valle and Norman Gimbel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/18701571-615358525477712370?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/615358525477712370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=615358525477712370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/615358525477712370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/615358525477712370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-3631423106608643801</id><published>2007-10-11T00:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:24:17.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alanis Morissette - Crazy (Seal Cover)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/9KCIgkLMiKo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/9KCIgkLMiKo'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-3631423106608643801?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3631423106608643801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=3631423106608643801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3631423106608643801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3631423106608643801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/10/alanis-morissette-crazy-seal-cover.html' title='Alanis Morissette - Crazy (Seal Cover)'/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-3502023214961611164</id><published>2007-10-11T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:31:07.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A sobrevivência exige mais do que uma certa dose de loucura. É necessário saber levar com calma os percalços da vida, aceitar a imperfeição – a nossa e a dos outros, canalizar as energias para o que é realmente importante, dominar a impulsividade. Ou seja, numa palavra, é preciso &lt;a href="http://www.neuroticosanonimos.org.br/html/serenidade.htm"&gt;Serenidade.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso: tenho dificuldades em lidar com a incompetência e com a burrice; luto comigo mesma para me livrar de um certo negativismo que se apoderou de mim há algum tempo sem me dar conta. Encontrar o equilíbrio através da Serenidade eis um dos meus desafios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Qualquer um pode zangar-se, pois isso é muito simples. Mas zangar-se com a pessoa adequada, no grau exacto, no momento oportuno, com o propósito justo e de modo correcto, isso, não é tão fácil como isso" - &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89tica_a_Nic%C3%B4maco"&gt;Aristóteles - Ética a Nicómaco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugestão: Blog &lt;a href="http://www.samsara.blog.br/"&gt;Samsara &lt;/a&gt;- palavra em sânscrito que descreve "o fluxo incessante de renascimentos através dos mundos". Como diz o seu Autor, o objectivo é disponibilizar trechos de ensinamentos, links e vídeos, principalmente sobre budismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-3502023214961611164?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3502023214961611164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=3502023214961611164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3502023214961611164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3502023214961611164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/10/sobrevivncia-exige-mais-do-que-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-7602257807333778696</id><published>2007-10-03T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:43:59.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1477170276/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="sp0054" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1037/1477170276_0143d0670e.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Viver é a coisa mais rara do mundo. A maioria das pessoas apenas existe." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Oscar Wilde" href="http://pt.wikiquote.org/wiki/Oscar_Wilde"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Às vezes pergunto-me como seria reduzir-me à mera existência. Ter um sonho ou outro aqui e ali, mas não muito mais do que isso. Viver satisfeita por ter um dia igual ao outro, sem estremecer com a novidade da mudança. Fui educada para ser exigente com a vida, para procurar uma explicação para tudo, para não me contentar com o que é aparente e visível. Agora que sou assim não posso voltar para trás e ser como nunca fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conheço uma mulher que abandonou a sua terra em busca de uma vida melhor. Na sua terra os Invernos são demasido frios e os Verões matam de tanto calor. Na sua aldeia as pessoas vivem do que a terra lhes quer dar. Ouve-se falar de uma Comunidade de oportunidades e quem tem idade e forças parte para conhecer melhores dias. Muitos deles sabem que têm pela frente uma vida dura que esperam mais doce, menos inglória, que lhes permita mandar algum dinheiro para os seus que ficaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A mulher que conheço não foi à escola - ela e os irmãos ajudavam os pais nos campos. Chegou a Portugal clandestina e clandestina continua. Trabalha de manhã à noite, não conhece fins de semana ou dias feriado. Trabalha no que há para fazer, sempre com um sorriso que a ilumina por inteiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois de alguns anos a amealhar os frutos do seu trabalho, a mulher que conheço viajou para o seu país. Queria ver a família, os amigos, a casa que conseguira comprar. Sentiu-se uma estranha. Conheceu uma vida com água quente, canalizada, viu um filme na tela grande de um cinema, experimentou, assimilou hábitos novos que a sua gente olhou com desconfiança. A casa que tem já não é casa que aparece nos seus sonhos. Voltou, voltou talvez para não voltar.&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/18701571-7602257807333778696?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7602257807333778696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=7602257807333778696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7602257807333778696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7602257807333778696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/10/viver-coisa-mais-rara-do-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1037/1477170276_0143d0670e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-1081452528580870336</id><published>2007-09-29T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:33:34.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1459493117/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; HEIGHT: 348px" height="430" alt="il_fullxfull_12050461" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1142/1459493117_c4a63a2a08.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretensão! Mas às vezes um pouco de arrogância sabe bem. E encarnar o papel de diva intocável, acima de tudo e de todos também. Nunca dura mais de 5 min. Convence apenas quem quer ser convencido. Uma fantasia só funciona quando se quer acreditar nela. Todos podemos viver numa Cidade Esmeralda, basta sair à rua com óculos de lentes verdes... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Rules Dont Apply to Me Retro Vintage Design Pulp Attitude Diva DIY Black Metal Cigarette ID Case Business Card Holder Wallet - à venda em &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/18701571-1081452528580870336?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1081452528580870336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=1081452528580870336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1081452528580870336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1081452528580870336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/09/pretenso-mas-s-vezes-um-pouco-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1142/1459493117_c4a63a2a08_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-1291033943779824157</id><published>2007-09-28T15:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:59:28.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Pensamentos Soltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1453514554/"&gt;&lt;img height="165" alt="274618206_37ee59d9db" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1154/1453514554_9ab8a7b145_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se o amor tivesse um estado sólido e pudesse ser servido aos pedaços, teria a forma de um bolo de chocolate recheado de creme de brigadeiro.... Uma fatia de &lt;em&gt;chease cake&lt;/em&gt; de frutos silvestres também não estava nada mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.muitomaisreceitas.com.br/receitas/737/bolos/bolo_brigadeiro.html"&gt;Receita de Bolo Brigadeiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.podcomer.com/modules.php?name=News&amp;amp;file=article&amp;amp;sid=481"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Receita &lt;em&gt;Chease Cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1453514572/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="al1218-001" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1038/1453514572_e90a056d4c_m.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo ler em transportes públicos, nem sequer no combóio. Já tentei por diversas vezes, mas começo a ficar com tonturas, mal disposta. Certo é que tenho o hábito feio e terrível de ler os jornais e os livros dos outros (hábito esse que, por mais que tente não consigo perder) e nunca apresentei qualquer sintoma de enjoo. Curioso, não? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1453514562/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="bisous" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1404/1453514562_8d95b38f8e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem terá inventado a expressão idiota “beijinho grande”? E como é que uma idiotice dessas se pega em larga escala a ponto de quase ninguém* questionar as trocas e baldrocas de gramática para que o “beijo” volte a ter um tamanho normal? Convenhamos que não faz sentido nenhum recorrer ao adjectivo “grande” para anular o diminutivo que se apôs ao substantivo, certo? Se bem que um beijo é sempre um beijo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As minhas desculpas a quem se costuma despedir com "um beijinho grande", porque se por um lado acho irritante, por outro não deixa de ser carinhoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.folha.uol.com.br/folha/equilibrio/noticias/ult263u1908.shtml"&gt;Sobre o beijo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;*Digo quase ninguém, pois já foi manifestada opinião sobre o assunto que subscrevo totalmente em Sorrisos-Aos-Molhos. Só não encontrei o post.&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/18701571-1291033943779824157?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1291033943779824157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=1291033943779824157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1291033943779824157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1291033943779824157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/09/pensamentos-soltos-se-o-amor-tivesse-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1154/1453514554_9ab8a7b145_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-2306161120983460108</id><published>2007-09-23T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:19:08.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1428956442/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1428956442/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/1428956442/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 404px" height="400" alt="crs005450" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1051/1428956442_d28efedb4c_o.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Devagar, com passos serenos e seguros. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sem promessas, sem justificações. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nem pressas ou atropelos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Exigências e arrependimentos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Com alegria, com fé, com gratidão.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-2306161120983460108?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/2306161120983460108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=2306161120983460108' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2306161120983460108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/2306161120983460108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/09/devagar-com-passos-serenos-e-seguros.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8778808083022940006</id><published>2007-09-23T02:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T02:57:41.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysteries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nJrRVl7goLE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nJrRVl7goLE'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-8778808083022940006?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8778808083022940006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8778808083022940006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the shores lies another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time bell blows my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have scored a better day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nobody made this war of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moments that I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place of love and mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there anytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out of Season (Beth Gibbons &amp;amp; Rusty Man)&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/18701571-4950312212882416484?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4950312212882416484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Veiga- Tatuagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/d2-XlxJmVs8' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/d2-XlxJmVs8'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/18701571-4980735013765596238?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4980735013765596238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=4980735013765596238' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada gesto perdido&lt;br /&gt;Tu és igual a mim&lt;br /&gt;Em cada ferida que sara&lt;br /&gt;Escondida do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou igual a ti&lt;br /&gt;Fazes pinturas de guerra&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei apagar&lt;br /&gt;Pintas o sol da cor da terra&lt;br /&gt;E a lua da cor do mar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada grito da alma&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou igual a ti&lt;br /&gt;De cada vez que um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Te alucina e te prende&lt;br /&gt;Tu és igual a mim&lt;br /&gt;Fazes pinturas de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Pintas o sol na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;E és mistura de vento e lama&lt;br /&gt;Entre os luares perdidos no chão&lt;br /&gt;Em cada noite sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Tu és igual a mim&lt;br /&gt;De cada vez que procuro&lt;br /&gt;Preciso um abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou igual a ti&lt;br /&gt;Faço pinturas de guerra&lt;br /&gt;Que eu não sei apagar&lt;br /&gt;E pinto a lua da cor da terra&lt;br /&gt;E o sol da cor do mar&lt;br /&gt;Em cada grito afundado&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou igual a ti&lt;br /&gt;De cada vez que a tremura&lt;br /&gt;Desata o desejo&lt;br /&gt;Tu és igual a mim&lt;br /&gt;Faço pinturas de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E pinto a lua na tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Misturo o vento e a lama&lt;br /&gt;Piso os luares perdidos no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"O título do trabalho «Tatuagem» acaba por ser uma metáfora de tudo o que fica: no corpo, na alma, na memória, na maneira como mudamos, como as coisas nos transformam"; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Esta é sobre as marcas que nós deixamos uns nos outros, que eu acho que são um espécie de tatuagens de outra maneira" - Mafalda Veiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais dos que as marcas que deixamos nos outros e as influências que os outros deixam em nós, que se entranham debaixo da pele e fazem parte de nós, tal e qual a tinta de uma tatuagem, não posso deixar de pensar nessas "pinturas de guerra" que todos fazemos e que não sabemos apagar, na máscara social que construímos ao longo da vida e que também é parte de nós, porque "Eu sou igual a ti e tu és igual a mim". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-got-you-under-my-skin-tatuagem-uma.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tatuagem - I´ve got you under my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/18701571-7236033961208667049?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7236033961208667049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/366089547/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="SenatorClintonCLX.0" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/139/366089547_a9381742b2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary Rodham Clinton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi a única primeira dama a ser eleita para o Senado, até hoje, e a primeira mulher a representar Nova Iorque no Congresso. A ser eleita, será a primeira mullher Presidente dos E.U.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pioneer-paper.com/site/custom/template/templatePioneer02.asp?sspageID=44&amp;sslangID=1&amp;amp;mulherID=3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pioneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, mas acima de tudo, é brilhante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hillaryclinton.com/feature/in/"&gt;Declaração de candidatura&lt;/a&gt; - "I'm in. And I'm in to win."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clinton.senate.gov/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Página Oficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Biografias recomendadas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hillary_Rodham_Clinton"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soshumanic.blogspot.com/2006/06/hillary-clinton.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;S.O.S Humanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-4059359336282577199?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/4059359336282577199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=4059359336282577199' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4059359336282577199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/4059359336282577199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/01/hillary-rodham-clinton-foi-nica.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/139/366089547_a9381742b2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-3708335356437859377</id><published>2007-01-15T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T17:50:09.139Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/358410698/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="is900977" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/358410698_dc5eb14504.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP 10 dos segredos femininos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76% Deram o telemóvel errado a um homem que odiaram conhecer&lt;/strong&gt; - Pois é, a frontalidade custa e as mulheres, que são educadas para serem simpaticazinhas, optam pela saída, à primeira vista, mais fácil e menos dolorosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73% Fingiram o orgasmo - &lt;/strong&gt;As razões ou justificações para tal facto são as mais variadas: umas vezes é por pena do parceiro, outras vezes é uma forma de acelarar a "coisa" e chegar rápido à parte do "adeus e nunca mais", outras ainda é porque convém. Pessoalmente, acho uma perda de tempo fingir o orgasmo. Além da sensação de frustração, não resolve absolutamente nada. Mas o certo é que milhares de mulheres em todo o mundo continuam a fazê-lo. Mais uma vez, também aqui se sente o peso da educação que leva as mulheres a dizer sim, quando realmente querem dizer não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64% Mentiram sobre o número de parceiros, para menos - &lt;/strong&gt;Espanta-me que esta percentagem não seja mais alta. Mais uma vez, não fica bem dizer a verdade, ainda que teoricamente a mulher goze da mesma liberdade sexual que o homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60% Seduziram só para causar ciúme - &lt;/strong&gt;Acho que é uma atitude tipicamente humana, patente quer em homens quer em mulheres, não necessariamente a mais correcta; além de se utilizar de modo literal um terceiro elemento num jogo que tem de ser feito a dois, muitas vezes o desfecho é inesperado e inverso ao pretendido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58% Tiveram relações sexuais com ex-namorados, traindo o companheiro actual -&lt;/strong&gt; É sempre mais fácil olhar para trás do que seguir em frente. Um dos temas abordados em &lt;a href="http://www.c7nema.net/site/html/modules.php?name=News&amp;file=article&amp;amp;sid=4886"&gt;“Manuale d’Amore”&lt;/a&gt; que vivamente se recomenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36% Espiaram alguém, como o próprio namorado ou um namorado de uma amiga -&lt;/strong&gt; É feio, mas acontece seja qual for a idade, incluindo a idade em que já se devia ter juízo. Prende-se com a insegurança que todos nós sentimos em algumas alturas da vida. Seguir o outro é um acto irreflectido e de desespero. Acredito que na grande maioria as pessoas caiam em si depois fazer algo tão ridículo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35% Furtaram um objecto, como toalhas de hotéis e mantas de avião -&lt;/strong&gt; Eu que não fumo confesso que tenho uma atracção por cinzeiros. Isso implica fazer um esforço enorme para que o dito objecto não vá parar dentro da minha mala no caso de lhe achar alguma piada. Com os copos costumo perguntar se os vendem ou se podem ofertá-los.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17% Dormiram com dois homens no mesmo dia -&lt;/strong&gt; Conjugando este dado com os estudos já conhecidos sobre infidelidade feminina, que tende a aumentar, admiro-me que só 17% o admitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13% Fizeram sexo com o marido da melhor amiga - &lt;/strong&gt;Para algumas mulheres, "amigas amigas, maridos à parte!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7% Foram a uma festa sem usar qualquer peça de roupa interior -&lt;/strong&gt; Sem dúvida uma forma de estimular a sensualidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estudo recente realizado a nível mundial mencionado na Revista Happy, Janeiro 2007, pág.40. Não é referida a entidade que realizou o estudo nem o universo usado. Os comentários são obviamente meus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&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/18701571-3708335356437859377?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3708335356437859377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=3708335356437859377' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3708335356437859377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3708335356437859377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/01/top-10-dos-segredos-femininos-76-deram.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/358410698_dc5eb14504_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5467507085984330528</id><published>2007-01-02T14:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:55:22.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/342458397/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="is947090" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/131/342458397_b510e5ee27_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO I WANT TO DO WHEN I'M OLDER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desejo em 2007, que todas as crianças possam ser crianças, que possam brincar e sonhar sem limites com um futuro em aberto à sua frente. Desejo também que haja condições para que todas as crianças possam vir a ser aquilo que quiserem, independentemente do sexo, da raça ou da condição económica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Desejo ainda que acabem a discriminação sexual e as desigualdades no trabalho, sempre a desfavor da mulher que ganha menos do que os seus colegas dos sexo masculino no desempenho de iguais funções, que tem dificuldades acrescidas na progressão na carreira e que suporta o ónus de acumular à vida profissional as tarefas domésticas e o apoio à família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cinterfor.org.uy/public/spanish/region/ampro/cinterfor/temas/gender/doc/noticias/novas.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;novas fronteiras da desigualdade: homens e mulheres no mercado do trabalho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://resistir.info/portugal/dia_mulher_08mar04.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As mulheres e o futuro de Portugal: artigo com dados estatísticos sobre a realidade portuguesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camara.gov.br/internet/infdoc/novoconteudo/acervo/temas/Tema.asp?cod_tema=87&amp;tipo=3&amp;amp;Agrupador=0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trabalho feminino: site brasileiro que reúne bibliografia variada e links sobre o tema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-5467507085984330528?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5467507085984330528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5467507085984330528' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5467507085984330528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5467507085984330528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-do-i-want-to-do-when-im-older.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-5211272811452946300</id><published>2006-12-26T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:05:52.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/333899346/"&gt;&lt;img height="288" alt="heartbroken" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/333899346_7af9637af7_o.jpg" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.quicknet.nl/qn/prive/avangalen/populair/lastchristmas.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Last Christmas, I gave you my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.quicknet.nl/qn/prive/avangalen/populair/lastchristmas.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;But the very next day, You gave it away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assim começa uma das minhas canções favoritas, um &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06rlB0Kw3fw"&gt;guilty pleasure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; assumido e imperdível nesta quadra natalícia. Contudo, a minha favorita, nesta coisa de corações partidos é e será sempre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/alanismorissette/yououghtaknow.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You Oughta Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;de Alanis Morissete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Neste Natal de 2006, estou solidária com todos aqueles que estão de coração partido, desfeito, destroçado. Porquê? Porque se durante o ano custa sofrer de males de amor, no Natal e no Fim do Ano a dor é quase insuportável. Gostava, pois, de deixar umas palavras de esperança. Há que fazer o luto, aceitar a perda, reagir e ficar novamente disponível para tudo o que a vida ainda nos vai trazer. Isso leva tempo, claro. E é um caminho que se tem de fazer sozinho, ainda que os amigos sejam indispensáveis para nos acompanhar em altura de crise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem sempre o que se deixou para trás foi bom, fantástico, ideal. As mais das vezes não passou de um conjunto de momentos bons, mas desfazados, com pouco sentido, algo que quisemos que um dia pudesse ser algo maior, mas tal não aconteceu porque a realidade sempre foi diferente do nosso desejo. Outras vezes, olhamos para trás e podemos dizer: "foi bom enquanto durou!". O que é válido para ambos os casos, é que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-fim-tambm-um-comeo-aceitar-o-fim-ou.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o fim também é um começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portalcab.com/leitura-de-banheiro/clinica_para_coracoes_partidos.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na Alemanha, no Schwabing Hospital, em Munique, são tratadas pessoas que não conseguem se recuperar de desilusões amorosas e sofrem a chamada 'dor do amor'. "Ter seu coração partido pode conduzir a problemas físicos e psicológicos como perda do apetite que conduz à perda repentina do peso e à dor inacreditável", afirma o médico Birgit Delisle. O hospital trata principalmente adolescentes que não sabem lidar com doenças do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - se bem que por mais anticorpos que criemos, seja qual for a idade, sofrer por amor, ou melhor, com a falta dele, custa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/song/are-you-ready-to-be-heartbroken/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Are You Ready to Be Heartbroken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - pergunta Lloy Cole. Estamos sempre, não temos outra opção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verdades insofismáveis: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 . Ninguém é insubstituível&lt;br /&gt;2. A auto-estima é essencial para que possamos reconhecer o nosso valor e não deixar que ninguém o ponha em causa&lt;br /&gt;3. O futuro está em aberto e ninguém o pode prever - a graça está toda aí!&lt;br /&gt;4. Podemos e devemos contribuir para que o que queremos e que desejamos aconteça, sem criar oportunidades as coisas dificilmente vêem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ter connosco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para aquela fase inicial, que é como diz, chorar até esgotar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smeartheyear.aol.com/page/2006âs+Songs+for+the+heartbroken+(aka+Sad+Bastard+songs)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2006’s Songs for the heartbroken (aka Sad Bastard songs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fiql.com/playlists/lonelyheartbroken_songs_by_good_artists/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lonelyheartbroken songs_by_good_artists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fiql.com/playlists/lonelyheartbroken_songs_by_good_artists/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluesweetpie.tripod.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Songs for the heartbroken souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popculturemadness.com/Music/Sad.html"&gt;The Top Sad Songs of all Time!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And now darling, BACK TO LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&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/18701571-5211272811452946300?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/5211272811452946300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=5211272811452946300' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5211272811452946300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/5211272811452946300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-christmas-i-gave-you-my-heart-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-1343061771385008886</id><published>2006-11-14T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:44:02.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/297450692/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="77523cor" src="http://static.flickr.com/114/297450692_9a65d92d79_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimacy"&gt;Intimidade&lt;/a&gt;: qualidade do que é íntimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Íntimo:&lt;/strong&gt; do Lat. &lt;em&gt;intimu&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;adj.&lt;/strong&gt;, que está muito dentro; profundo; que constitui a essência de uma coisa; que existe no âmago da alma; que tem e por quem se tem grande afeição familiar e estreito convívio; doméstico, familiar; &lt;strong&gt;s.m&lt;/strong&gt;., âmago; imo; amigo íntimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.priberam.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.priberam.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Falar de relacionamentos implica falar de intimidade, o desejo de conhecer profundamente o outro e de com ele partilhar sentimentos, emoções, acontecimentos, objectivos, sonhos, desejos – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotional_intimacy"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intimidade emocional&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;-, de lhe estarmos próximos, de lhe tocarmos, sentir o cheiro e o calor – &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physical_intimacy"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intimidade física.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Embora se lhe atribua usualmente uma conotação sexual, o conceito é vasto e não se esgota nessa dimensão da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A intimidade está presente na Amizade e no Amor, surge e desenvolve-se à medida que se estreitam relações e há vontade de aprofundar o conhecimento mútuo. Não temos essa abertura para com todas as pessoas que connosco se cruzam, reservamo-nos ao direito de preservar o nosso reduto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sempre um risco, mais ou menos calculado, deixarmos que alguém se torne íntimo de nós. De alguma fora, trata-se de alguém que nos conquistou e que ganhou terreno da nossa confiança e capacidade de aceitação. Damos-lhe liberdade para entrar no nosso espaço pessoal, abrimos-lhe as portas da nossa casa, apenas quando achamos que o outro mostrou ser merecedor dessa honra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre queremos só sexo; o que buscamos é intimidade através do sexo. Outras vezes, sentimos medo da proximidade, deixamos que o outro tenha o nosso corpo, mas negamos-lhe a alma, desenvolvemos anticorpos que nos defendem do medo do abandono, traição e rejeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que é a busca da "alma gémea", senão a aspiração da intimidade suprema com alguém, a ponto de explicarmos essa conexão com apelo à trancendência? Será que precisamos encontrar essa "outra parte" para podermos ser felizes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É que não é apenas por encontrar um outro ser que achamos que nos completa que automaticamente ficamos com as nossas necessidades de intimidade preenchidas. Quantos relacionamentos bonitos se esgotam e falecem, apenas porque as pessoas se esquecem que é necessária uma construção diária e constante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/relationships/couples/love_intimacy.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Buiding intimacy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gestos que ajudam, mas que têm de fazer parte do quotidiano do casal&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/18701571-1343061771385008886?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/1343061771385008886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=1343061771385008886' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1343061771385008886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/1343061771385008886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/11/intimidade-qualidade-do-que-ntimo-ntimo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-7206031199627241032</id><published>2006-11-06T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:31:25.742Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/290773900/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/290773900/"&gt;&lt;img height="397" alt="dv1031045" src="http://static.flickr.com/99/290773900_f4003074dd.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2005/11/tudo-sobre-eva.html#comments"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ano 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Passou a correr! Faz hoje 1 ano que me propus a dar vida a um &lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;, um &lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt; onde pudesse ser eu própria e partilhar com o mundo o que penso, o que gosto, o que me preocupa, o que me move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muitas vezes provocadora, algumas vezes divertida, ainda introspectiva, intensa, independente e determinada. Sempre dentro da mesma linha de pensamento e espartilhada por uma coerência que é uma auto-imposição, mas com uma margem muito baseada na troca de ideias e opiniões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O &lt;em&gt;blog &lt;/em&gt;rapidamente tornou-se uma companhia, um diário velado que reflecte os acontecimentos e inquietações da minha vida, uma forma de registar o que vejo e o que sinto com dois objectivos: explorar uma 4ª dimensão do Eu e fazer uso da liberdade de expressão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consequência: já não consigo viver sem postar!&lt;/strong&gt; É um prazer imenso partilhar uma reflexão, aprofundar um tema ou relatar uma história. Também é um prazer procurar as fotos certas, navegar por aí em busca de algo que me pareça interessante referir ou desenvolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Acho que vim para ficar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-7206031199627241032?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7206031199627241032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=7206031199627241032' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7206031199627241032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7206031199627241032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/11/ano-1-passou-correr-faz-hoje-1-ano-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-8428189045808529597</id><published>2006-10-30T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:33:12.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parquedasnacoes.pt/pt/noticias/default.asp?Modo=Consulta&amp;ID=404"&gt;Uma questão de Sexo (s)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/283877315/"&gt;&lt;img height="335" alt="SA0505Cah01" src="http://static.flickr.com/113/283877315_d00c5a2659_o.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Abriu ao público no passado dia 15 de Setembro a exposição "Uma questão de sexo(s)", patente no Pavilhão do Conhecimento - Ciência Viva até Agosto de 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Da responsabilidade do centro de ciência belga Technopolis, trata-se de uma exposição activa, uma experiência viva que pretende avaliar quais as diferenças nas aptidões de mulheres e homens portugueses. Portugal é o quarto país a participar no evento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;À entrada da exposição os visitantes recebem uma pulseira com um código de barras que identifica se são do sexo feminino ou masculino; a activação dos módulos da exposição é feita aproximando o código de barras de um leitor, e o desempenho do visitante na tarefa que lhe é colocada é automaticamente contabilizado em função do género.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As tarefas propostas abordam várias áreas: artes, matemática, biologia, geografia, profissões, tecnologia e capacidades físicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De acordo com os resultados obtidos na Bélgica, Holanda e Dinamarca, de um modo geral, as mulheres prestam mais atenção aos módulos e dedicam um pouco mais de tempo à sua exploração que os homens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contudo, eis a conclusão mais supreendente até ao momento: &lt;strong&gt;as diferenças no desempenho verificadas entre os diferentes países são maiores que as registadas entre homens e mulheres, &lt;/strong&gt;ou seja, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tudo indica que as aptidões testadas nesta exposição são mais influenciadas pela cultura que pela genética.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sex/add_user.shtml"&gt;Teste: Que sexo tem o meu cérebro? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistagalileu.globo.com/Galileu/0,6993,ECT560784-1719,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Revista Galileu: Você pensa como homem ou como mulher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.uol.com.br/sciam/conteudo/materia/materia_71.html"&gt;Ele e Ela: arquitectura dos cérebros masculino e feminino&lt;/a&gt; - Revista Scientific American, Edição Brasileira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scotty.ffclrp.usp.br/periodicos/super/Sexo%20na%20cabeÃ§a-Jan04.htm"&gt;Simon Baron-Cohen, psiquiatra - Entrevista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://veja.abril.uol.com.br/especiais/homem_2004/p_072.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imperdível:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Porque é que os homens nunca conseguirão distinguir os 3 tons de sombra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;cinza-rato que temos na nossa bolsa de maquilhagem? E porque é que se diz que as mulheres falam de mais? Isto para não falar da capacidade de qualquer mulher tem de fazer duas coisas ao mesmo tempo e que desconcerta qualquer homem... A resposta está na genética!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De qualquer forma, mais importante do que a preocupação com as diferenças, deviamos todos pensar mais nas semelhanças dos seres humanos e na complementariedade dos sexos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A "maldade" que se segue foi encontrada &lt;a href="http://joaoemblog.zip.net/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/283877319/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="crebrohomem" src="http://static.flickr.com/115/283877319_214ae579b2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="cerebrofeminino" src="http://static.flickr.com/113/283877323_f159d97053.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/sex/add_user.shtml"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://revistagalileu.globo.com/Galileu/0,6993,ECT560784-1719,00.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-8428189045808529597?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/8428189045808529597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=8428189045808529597' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8428189045808529597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/8428189045808529597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/10/uma-questo-de-sexo-s-abriu-ao-pblico-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-7490554340677137409</id><published>2006-10-24T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:56:56.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/278516024/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="abt0033" src="http://static.flickr.com/107/278516024_277541ecf8_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aviso à navegação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Este blog teve uma breve pausa, não declarada e sem aviso prévio. A razão principal ficou a dever-se a uma nova rotina da Autora que ainda está em fase de assimilação, uma reorganização de vida que motivou um investimento de tempo maior do que o esperado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha existência &lt;em&gt;online&lt;/em&gt; tem sido quase exclusivamente profissional. Os sites visitados são todos técnicos, os assuntos maçadores e demasiado específicos. Isso significa que se alguém verificar o meu histórico de Internet ficará, no mínimo, entedeado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fora do horário de trabalho tenho andado mais preocupada em descansar o mais possível os meus dois neurónios, que são de estimação. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A programação seguirá dentro de momentos, ou seja, um dia ou dois. Voltarei aos textos de reflexões sentidas, de insólitos e curiosidades, de palavras dedicadas a personalidades e factos marcantes, tudo o que caiba dentro da linha de raciocínio a que me propus, de uma forma despreocupada e com uma ligeireza q.b: &lt;em&gt;homens e mulheres, sexo e sociedade&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/278516026/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="81579cor" src="http://static.flickr.com/96/278516026_caab39d934.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/18701571-7490554340677137409?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/7490554340677137409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=7490554340677137409' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7490554340677137409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/7490554340677137409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/10/aviso-navegao-este-blog-teve-uma-breve.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-3093346897917351154</id><published>2006-10-08T23:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:02:40.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://comicspage.com/loveis/"&gt;Amor é… Love is… Liebe ist….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/264240950/"&gt;&lt;img height="350" alt="loveisoval" src="http://static.flickr.com/70/264240950_06abb90c9b_o.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amor é… Completar esta frase é um jogo que faço desde que me lembro, quase sempre porque quero fundamentar uma investida ou porque um manifesto acto de amor salta à vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequenos gestos dizem muito. Se verbalizar um sentimento é importante e necessário, a verdade é que as palavras têm de ser apoiadas em actos assim como os actos adquirem uma força adicional quando acompanhados de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É humano precisarmos de provas de amor. É dessa confirmação diária que as relações se alimentam, crescem, evoluem num ou noutro sentido. A linguagem nas suas componentes verbal e não verbal não tem limites, contudo, precisa de ser correctamente interpretada pelo destinatário, sob pena de cair no vazio, desprovida de sentido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/264239598/"&gt;&lt;img height="213" alt="loveisbig" src="http://static.flickr.com/105/264239598_03ecff6f0b_o.gif" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os bonequinhos de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Is..."&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kim Grove Casali&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;(1942-1997) surgiram de forma despreocupada e ternurenta nos bilhetes para &lt;em&gt;Roberto Casali&lt;/em&gt;, o namorado que se tornou marido. Ela neo-zelandesa, ele italiano, conheceram-se nas aulas de Ski na Califórnia. &lt;em&gt;Roberto&lt;/em&gt; guardava religiosamente os bilhetes de&lt;em&gt; Kim&lt;/em&gt;, expressões de amor em pequenos cartoons, mostrava-os aos amigos e fê-los chegar ao &lt;em&gt;Los Angeles Times &lt;/em&gt;que os começou a publicar em 1970. Não tardou muito a que os bonequinhos se espalhassem por jornais em 50 países, fossem traduzidos em 25 línguas e animassem uma série de material de &lt;em&gt;merchandising&lt;/em&gt; – canecas, &lt;em&gt;t-shirts&lt;/em&gt;, cadernos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is…&lt;/em&gt; perdeu popularidade nos anos 90, mas os &lt;em&gt;cartoons&lt;/em&gt; sobreviveram até hoje pela mão de &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tmsfeatures.com/tmsfeatures/byline.jsp?custid=67&amp;amp;bylineid=127"&gt;Stefano Casali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, o filho mais velho, com a colaboração de &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artfulaspreycartoons.co.uk/"&gt;Bill Asprey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-3093346897917351154?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/3093346897917351154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=3093346897917351154' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3093346897917351154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/3093346897917351154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/10/amor-love-is-liebe-ist.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-115905379303430383</id><published>2006-09-25T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:22:21.199Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/250824295/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/250824299/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/252462710/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="61276cor" src="http://static.flickr.com/81/252462710_069e7c2e88_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uma estranha forma de vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há realidades que se sobrepõe àquela que chamamos de nossa e que tendencialmente consideramos como “normal”, porque o nosso ponto de vista é o mais defensável, já que é o nosso ou o de uma maioria significativa de pessoas e a ele aderimos sem reservas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um desses mundos à parte, com códigos próprios e uma entreajuda que ultrapassa o entendimento de quem está de fora, enche-se de frases à primeira vista ininteligíveis tais como “Eu sou pro-ana” ou “Já fui Ana, mas agora sou Mia”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São os códigos de doentes de Anorexia e Bulimia que usam a Internet como fórum. Seres anónimos que escondem das famílias o que chamam de “modo de vida”, partilham as mais sofisticadas técnicas de passar fome, as últimas novidades em laxantes ou drogas inibidoras de apetite, incentivam &lt;em&gt;on-line&lt;/em&gt; o vómito e a celebram os distúrbios alimentares com poemas e imagens de modelos magras. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dos &lt;em&gt;sites/ blogs&lt;/em&gt; são escritos à laia de diário com fotos da magreza extrema alcançada pelas autoras e aplaudida com comentários das visitantes. Também do relato diário constam os tropeções de quem vive a luta de não ultrapassar 500 calorias/dia… Volta e meia, algumas destas páginas pessoais são fechadas, mas nem por isso o fenómeno acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As novas tecnologias servem diversos interesses. Ao lado de massas de pessoas que se batem por objectivos tidos como bons – reacções a catástrofes, preocupações ambientais, melhoria das condições de vida – surgem os fanatismos. Terrorismo, pedofilia, racismo, xenofobia… É o que se quiser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/252458327/"&gt;&lt;img height="266" alt="bld051507" src="http://static.flickr.com/99/252458327_a36a51e263_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De acordo com a &lt;a href="http://www.who.int/en/"&gt;Organização Mundial da Saúde,&lt;/a&gt; apenas 16% da população mundial estava com excesso de peso. Então, como explicar que &lt;a href="http://www.campanhaporbelezareal.com.pt/supports.asp?url=supports.asp&amp;section=campaign&amp;amp;id=263"&gt;cerca de 87% das mulheres se sentem com peso a mais? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/250821750/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ninguém olha para si mesmo sem termo de comparação. E os modelos vão-se buscar ao que é veiculado pela indústria da Moda, pelo Cinema, pelas Artes e pela Comunicação Social. Milhares de jovens procuram fotos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/index.php/Thinspiration"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“thininspiration”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; nas revistas e na &lt;em&gt;net&lt;/em&gt;, ícones de um ideal de beleza que nada tem a ver com saúde e qualidade de vida. A pressão para atingir um determinado tipo de corpo pode culminar na patologia de uma mente que distorce a imagem do corpo visto ao espelho - depressão, distúrbios alimentares, auto-destruição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/252467006/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="m26905889" src="http://static.flickr.com/81/252467006_5e835ea16b_m.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/252467012/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="z19078661" src="http://static.flickr.com/119/252467012_f7e70947a4_m.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/index.php/Thinspiration"&gt;Thinispiration...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/252458329/"&gt;&lt;img height="360" alt="mAGRO" src="http://static.flickr.com/120/252458329_1cc6430428_o.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anorexia também existe no sexo masculino – foto retirada de um site pró-ana da responsabilidade de um surfista de 19 anos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os recentes acontecimentos nas passagens de modelos em Madrid e Milão relançaram a polémica. Várias modelos, consideradas demasiado magras, foram impedidas de desfilar. Ameaçadas as suas estrondosas fontes de rendimento, criadores e &lt;em&gt;bookers&lt;/em&gt; insurgiram-se contra as medidas tomadas pelas organizações dos certames de moda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Medidas corajosas e inovadoras mas só por si insuficientes, já que as variáveis Beleza, Saúde, Educação têm de estar em sintonia. Para além de mexer com ideais convencionados, muito há a fazer em termos de promoção de alimentação correcta, vida saudável e condições para &lt;em&gt;mens sana in corpore sano&lt;/em&gt; – refeitórios nas escolas, menus escolares saudáveis, formação e incentivo da prática desportiva como parte de uma vida saudável. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enquanto isso, milhares de pessoas, na grande maioria mulheres ainda adolescentes, vivem numa estranha forma de vida, uma existência em para se ser magro até aos ossos vale tudo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escuso-me de indicar &lt;em&gt;sites/blogs&lt;/em&gt; de Anas e Mias. A alguns deles “roubei” as fotos. A pesquisa é livre e a informação está a vista de todos. Quem procura arrisca-se a encontrar… Prefiro referir &lt;em&gt;links&lt;/em&gt; construtivos, didácticos, informativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sites&lt;/em&gt; informativos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anaymia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ana y Mia - La verdad de un mundo peligroso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dontdieforadiet.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don´t die for a diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/index.php/Pro-ana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pro-ana - encyclopedia dramatica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/1nI7XVhfICFoE1Ce0" width="425" height="334" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x899w_anorexia-awareness-scarytale"&gt;Anorexia Awareness: Scarytale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Razorbuzz"&gt;Razorbuzz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.med.up.pt/ec/Homepage2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Página pessoal do modelo Emanuel Carvalho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posts recomendados (ambos do blog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sindromedeestocolmo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Síndrome de Estocolmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/Como"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como andam os blogs Ana &amp; Mia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/Mais"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais sobre as modelos magérrimas e Indice de Massa Corporal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notícias:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portugaldiario.iol.pt/noticia.php?id=723775&amp;amp;div_id=291"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Demasiado magras para desfilar: Madrid só aceita modelos com ar "saudável". Milão pode fazer o mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portugaldiario.iol.pt/noticia.php?div_id=291&amp;id=713114"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Manequim morre durante desfile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agenciafinanceira.iol.pt/noticia.php?id=725459&amp;amp;div_id=1731"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fiona, Nayma e Flor – modelos portuguesas magras demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/250821754/"&gt;&lt;img height="103" alt="AnaAva7" src="http://static.flickr.com/117/250821754_c912320350_o.jpg" width="103" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/250821753/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="thed150" src="http://static.flickr.com/108/250821753_e65b15c599_o.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/250821755/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="AvaAnanothingtaste" src="http://static.flickr.com/94/250821755_73cd74833f_o.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/252458334/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="prato" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/252458334_7f49741aac_o.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/250824294/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="sad1" src="http://static.flickr.com/96/250824294_48a7f1cb9c_o.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/252458337/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="1richie4" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/252458337_dd598ee3d1_o.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/252458338/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="z12503928" src="http://static.flickr.com/80/252458338_e366403da1_o.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/252636305/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="lovehate2nt" src="http://static.flickr.com/100/252636305_38f5292262_o.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-115905379303430383?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/115905379303430383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=115905379303430383' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115905379303430383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115905379303430383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/09/ana-e-miah-realidades-que-se-sobrepe.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-115879826017834723</id><published>2006-09-21T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:11:34.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.isr.ist.utl.pt/~cfb/VdS/v289.txt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“De tudo quanto vejo me acrescento” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mulheres-ps20.ipp.pt/SophiaMBreyner.htm"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/248621699/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="itf173038" src="http://static.flickr.com/57/248621699_d9215732fd_o.jpg" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Não resisti a esta frase. Ou não fossemos todos nós, mais do que um património genético, um somatório de experiências, de vivências. Quantas pequenas coisas mexem connosco, transformam-nos, acrescentam-nos, mesmo sem darmos imediatamente conta da mudança que se opera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Apetece-me celebrar tudo o que nos acrescenta, tudo o que nos torna mais fortes, mais serenos, mais conscientes e agradecidos, ainda que nem sempre olhemos para os acontecimentos da nossa vida com os mesmos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-115879826017834723?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/115879826017834723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=115879826017834723' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115879826017834723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115879826017834723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/09/de-tudo-quanto-vejo-me-acrescento.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-115800166932134814</id><published>2006-09-11T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:08:40.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clubcultura.com/clubcine/clubcineastas/almodovar/volverlapelicula/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volver/ Voltar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/240760792/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="2082-2006-05-03-21_08_26_1" src="http://static.flickr.com/97/240760792_a03db7b435.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clubcultura.com/clubcine/clubcineastas/almodovar/esp/home.htm"&gt;Almodóvar&lt;/a&gt; voltou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.20minutos.es/noticia/99243/0/cine/almodovar/volver/"&gt;Voltou&lt;/a&gt; com o seu universo de mulheres com fibra, intensas, reais, aparentemente frágeis mas dotadas de uma imensa força interior. São mulheres que choram, riem, gritam, amam, sofrem e assim conduzem a sua vida e a sua família, num universo em que os homens estão presentes de uma forma quase velada, como seres dependentes de uma natureza humana que dificilmente controlam, crianças irresponsáveis que precisam de uma mão forte e segura que os guie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta também a presença da morte como parte da vida, um facto que se funde na existência de um grupo de mulheres de meia-idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história gira à volta de personagens bem construídas, entrelaçadas pelas relações humanas, familiares ou de vizinhança. Cada uma destas mulheres, um mundo por explorar, sobrevive como sabe e como pode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjacentes às voltas do enredo estão os regressos de Pedro Almodóvar, regressos seus cuja intimidade coloca a olho nu num filme belíssimo, maduro e com o seu estilo inconfundível de contador de histórias com imagens, veículos perfeitos de emoções e sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/240781216/"&gt;&lt;img height="150" alt="377178" src="http://static.flickr.com/94/240781216_32cd01c175_o.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.20minutos.es/noticia/98383/0/Almodóvar/estado/puro/"&gt;O realizador Almodóvar e as actrizes de Volver/Voltar (Reuters)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/240784832/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/240794932/"&gt;&lt;img height="244" alt="foto14med" src="http://static.flickr.com/93/240794932_3f597ed40e_o.jpg" width="369" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Raimunda (Penélope Cruz) é a personagem central, uma mulher do povo que a vida tornou um poço de segredos terríveis, uma maturidade forçada pela perda precoce da inocência.&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/18701571-115800166932134814?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/115800166932134814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=115800166932134814' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115800166932134814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115800166932134814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/09/volver-voltar-almodvar-voltou.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-115740547583835194</id><published>2006-09-04T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:46:32.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/234193279/"&gt;&lt;img height="212" alt="h_apple_red_bite" src="http://static.flickr.com/89/234193279_ff890a23f4_o.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/06/relaes-perfeitas-confesso-que-me.html#comments"&gt;Gostava de pensar que uma dentada leva a outra, que uma caminhada se faz com um passo a seguir ao outro, que de nó em nó se faz um tapete. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gostava de justificar os meus sentimentos, o meu investimento emocional, através de razões objectivas. Gostava que a minha escolha fosse um acto puro de vontade, não apenas uma resposta psicológica a um entusiasmo irreflectido que só leva ao êxtase momentâneo e passageiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de abandonar a ideia de um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxima.pt/0605/inti/100.shtml"&gt;amor romântico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, quente e desmesurado, inevitavelmente efémero, e optar, livre das amarras do coração, por um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usuarios.unincor.br/luisfranope/Amor%20romantico.htm"&gt;amor volitivo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, pleno de consciência, seguramente construído por dias que passam semanas, por semanas que passam a meses e por meses que passam a anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de reagir contra o imediatismo das sensações, compreender que o &lt;em&gt;cocktail&lt;/em&gt; de hormonas e reacções químicas é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fruto de um cérebro egoísta que busca estados de felicidade e prazer, opondo-se por defesa inata à dor, ao sofrimento e à tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acredito que uma caminhada se faz com um passo a seguir ao outro, que de nó em nó se faz um tapete, que  a seguir a uma dentada apetece outra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/18701571-115740547583835194?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/115740547583835194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=115740547583835194' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115740547583835194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115740547583835194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/09/gostava-de-pensar-que-uma-dentada-leva.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-115668337162566232</id><published>2006-08-27T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:42:28.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/216789125/"&gt;&lt;img height="254" alt="bxp22243" src="http://static.flickr.com/86/216789125_93f016f74d_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Negócio é amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tem gente que ama, que vive brigando&lt;br /&gt;E depois que briga acaba voltando&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que canta porque está amando&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem amor leva a vida esperando&lt;br /&gt;Uns amam pra frente e nunca se esquecem&lt;br /&gt;Mas são tão pouquinhos que nem aparecem&lt;br /&gt;Tem uns que são fracos, que dão pra beber&lt;br /&gt;Outros fazem samba e adoram sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Tem apaixonado que faz serenata&lt;br /&gt;Tem amor de raça e amor vira-lata&lt;br /&gt;Amor com champagne, amor com cachaça&lt;br /&gt;Amor nos iates, nos bancos de praça&lt;br /&gt;Tem homem que briga pela bem-amada&lt;br /&gt;Tem mulher maluca que atura porrada&lt;br /&gt;Tem quem ama tanto que até enlouquece&lt;br /&gt;Tem quem dê a vida por quem não merece&lt;br /&gt;Amores à vista, amores à prazo&lt;br /&gt;Amor ciumento que só cria caso&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que jura que não volta mais&lt;br /&gt;Mas jura sabendo que não é capaz&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que escreve até poesia&lt;br /&gt;E rima saudade com hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;Tem assunto à bessa pra gente falar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não interessa... O negócio é amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Letra de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mpbnet.com.br/musicos/dolores.duran/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dolores Duran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; e música de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carloslyra.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos Lyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amor em acto, actos de Amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma descrição ímpar de todos os amores que conhecemos - os nossos e os dos outros: saudáveis, desejados, românticos, obsessivos, sofredores, sádicos, masoquistas, preversos, egoístas, platónicos, loucos, emotivos..."Mas não interessa o negócio é amar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este poema foi encontrado em 1959 após a morte de Dolores Duran, cantora e compositora brasileira, juntamente com um bilhete para Carlos Lyra em que esta lhe pedia para dar música às suas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para ouvir aqui a versão de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cliquemusic.uol.com.br/artistas/artistas.asp?Status=DISCO&amp;Nu_Disco=7601"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jo &amp;amp; Tuco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cliquemusic.com.br/artistas/artistas.asp?Status=DISCO&amp;amp;Nu_Disco=3003"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nara Leão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aqui: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beakauffmann.com/mpb_a.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tudo sobre música popular brasileira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-115668337162566232?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/115668337162566232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=115668337162566232' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115668337162566232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115668337162566232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-negcio-amar-tem-gente-qu_115668337162566232.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-115606952429647285</id><published>2006-08-23T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T09:19:16.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dontdatehimgirl.com/"&gt;Don´t Date Him Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/219814810/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/219814810/"&gt;&lt;img height="237" alt="06072006b" src="http://static.flickr.com/68/219814810_de00334360_o.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Numa época em que pululam bases de dados de maus pagadores e de devedores à Segurança Social, chega-nos esta ideia dos &lt;em&gt;States:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;uma lista de homens mentirosos, traidores, abusadores, apelidados de maus namorados/noivos/maridos/companheiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dontdatehimgirl.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don’t Date Him, Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; pretende ser um alerta geral às outras mulheres sobre os perigos masculinos que por aí espreitam e funciona também como fórum de partilha de experiências e grupo de apoio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na prática é a humilhação pública &lt;em&gt;on-line.&lt;/em&gt; Os homens versados ganham o rótulo de “impróprio para consumo”; alvo de descrições pouco simpáticas, acompanhadas ou não por fotos, os visados podem apresentar a sua versão dos factos alegados, caso assim entendam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No fundo, é uma sanção moral consubstanciada no desterro do “mercado", a tentativa óbvia de minar os actuais relacionamentos dos antigos companheiros e um acrescer de dificuldades a uma eventual regeneração dos "cadastrados".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/219819835/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Vodu doll" src="http://static.flickr.com/81/219819835_bc25091906_m.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, a Justiça americana vê-se a braços com uma série de &lt;a href="http://talkleft.com/new_archives/015422.html"&gt;processos movidos contra o site &lt;/a&gt;com pedidos de indemnização pela divulgação de informações de carácter pessoal sem consentimento prévio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acredito que também possam existir processos por difamação e ofensa do bom nome contra as autoras das&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;alegadas histórias imputadas aos seus ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eu sou pelo &lt;a href="http://www.blacktable.com/bussel050907.htm"&gt;DON'T DATE HIM, GIRL -- BUT DON'T WRITE ABOUT IT ONLINE, EITHER!&lt;/a&gt; Há outras formas de se fazer justiça para além de manifestações histéricas e de alaridos pomposos - uma modesta opinião, claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mas se a moda chega a terras lusas, já estou como o outro: "&lt;a href="http://ofuxico.uol.com.br/Materias/Noticias/noticia_10055.htm"&gt;o bicho vai pêgar!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://info.abril.com.br/aberto/infonews/072006/06072006-16.shl"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Info Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-115606952429647285?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/115606952429647285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=115606952429647285' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115606952429647285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115606952429647285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-date-him-girl-numa-poca-em-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18701571.post-115606378366463988</id><published>2006-08-20T09:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:53:43.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/219765503/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="180" alt="Preservativos4" src="http://static.flickr.com/78/219765503_85a1f91cf6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/219768208/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="240" alt="ingseyth0576" src="http://static.flickr.com/79/219768208_5b96ae834a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Preservativos &amp; Chocolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Diz-me o que compras e dir-te-ei quem és.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deitar um olho no supermercado às compras dos outros é uma forma de passar tempo na fila da caixa e saber algo mais sobre aqueles com quem nos cruzamos. Mais do que um jogo é Psicologia em exercício.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que pensar de uma mulher cujo cesto de compras contém uma caixa de preservativos e uma tablete de chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos são profiláticos. Uma compra dos dois em simultâneo sugere que duas necessidades estão em vias de ser acauteladas: sexo seguro e conforto emocional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;a href="http://juventude.gov.pt/Portal/OutrosTemas/SaudeSexualidadeJuvenil/SexualidadePrevencao/O+preservativo.htm#entreh"&gt;preservativo&lt;/a&gt; é o meio mais seguro de evitar doenças sexualmente transmissíveis e, eventualmente, uma gravidez indesejada, embora em ambos os casos não seja 100% infalível. Aconselham-se outras precauções na vida sexual tais como um análises regulares do &lt;a href="http://www.juventude.gov.pt/Portal/OutrosTemas/SaudeSexualidadeJuvenil/VIH-SIDA/"&gt;HIV&lt;/a&gt;, alguma cuidado na escolha de parceiros e o uso de outros métodos contraceptivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o chocolate é portador de &lt;a href="http://www.doqueelasgostam.com.br/chocolate.htm"&gt;feniletilamina&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www1.uol.com.br/cyberdiet/colunas/030808_nut_chocolate.htm"&gt;triptofano&lt;/a&gt; (precursor da &lt;a href="http://virtualpsy.locaweb.com.br/index.php?sec=61&amp;amp;art=295"&gt;serotonina&lt;/a&gt;), o que o torna no remédio universal para os males de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo, estamos diante de uma rapariga ultra prevenida, que encara a sexualidade com maturidade e suficientemente esperta para ter um sucedâneo por perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96434261@N00/219765503/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18701571-115606378366463988?l=tudosobreeva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/feeds/115606378366463988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18701571&amp;postID=115606378366463988' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115606378366463988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18701571/posts/default/115606378366463988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudosobreeva.blogspot.com/2006/08/preservativos-chocolate-diz-me-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Eva Shanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17417484408519484896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/31/60482135_6e0a5a5173_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry></feed>
