<?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-3954013</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:43:00.084-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cartasemresposta</title><subtitle type='html'>De olho no mundo. 
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>550</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-111538827275708503</id><published>2005-05-06T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T11:23:28.730-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SÉRIE ÁGUAS Lagoa do Mingau, situada no Conjunto Industrial. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111538827275708503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111538827275708503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111538827275708503' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-111480234030389050</id><published>2005-04-29T16:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T16:19:00.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SÉRIE ÁGUAS Lagoa dos Pratas em Maracanaú.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111480234030389050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111480234030389050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111480234030389050' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-111469664469334932</id><published>2005-04-28T10:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T10:59:49.500-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAÚDE A CONTA GOTAS Uma crise no sistema de saúde abala também o hospital de Maracanaú. Onde a emergência é sempre lotada.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111469664469334932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111469664469334932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111469664469334932' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-111469663802750558</id><published>2005-04-28T10:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T10:57:18.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A GRANEL No Pirambu em um espaço de 2,3 KM da avenida presidente Kennedy( leste -Oeste), nada mais nada menos que 15 igrejas "evangélicas" se aboletaram em busca de fiei$.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111469663802750558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111469663802750558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111469663802750558' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-111469663066542265</id><published>2005-04-28T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T10:57:10.666-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DESCONFIADA Nada se compara a um sorriso maroto de uma crainça.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111469663066542265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111469663066542265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111469663066542265' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-111469661713894868</id><published>2005-04-28T10:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T10:56:57.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RÉQUIEM Um Retrato de RosaCriado pra ser companheiro. Isso não é nenhuma surpresa pra ninguém. O papai sempre soube, e isso sempre ensinou, que sozinhos não damos certo. Foi através de seus olhos de cumplicidade que aprendi a olhar a vida de um jeito mais leve. Com ele, todos os dias bons passaram por mim. Tive, ao lado dele, o tempo mais intenso. Ele foi responsável por minhas horas mais gratas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111469661713894868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111469661713894868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111469661713894868' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-111469613760923156</id><published>2005-04-28T10:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T10:48:57.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O RETORNO Estou de volta !!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111469613760923156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/111469613760923156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111469613760923156' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110389933541279758</id><published>2004-12-24T12:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T12:42:15.413-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FELIZ NATAL Anjo cego,Aconteceu naqueles dias de Natal que a professora da escolinha da favela resolveu também comemorar o nascimento de Jesus Cristo, o Salvador. Planejou gruta, manjedoura, pastores, anjos, com fitas, trajes e asas emprestadas. Um dos meninos faltou e de repente entra na classe, com seus oito anos, o Zé, vestido de anjo, a vestimenta que sobrara. A reclamação foi geral. "O Zé </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110389933541279758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110389933541279758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110389933541279758' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110252029606009966</id><published>2004-12-08T13:38:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T13:38:16.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LEONARDO Hoje é o aniversário dele que aparece ai com sua mãe Delfina. Tio zé te ama LÉO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110252029606009966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110252029606009966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110252029606009966' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110252028502619148</id><published>2004-12-08T13:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T13:38:05.026-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NILO DE LETRAS Fagner, Gal Costa, Ney Matogrosso, Nara Leão , Elis Regina , Geraldo Azevedo, Elba Ramalho, Dominguinhos, Moraes Moreira, Simone, Amelinha, Lulu Santos, Pepeu Gomes e Luiz Gonzaga já gravaram esse quixeramobiense. FAUSTO NILO Costa Júnior, Além de compositor é tambem arquiteto e entre suas obras estão a reforma da Ponte Metálica, o Centro Cultural Dragão do Mar e a Praça do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110252028502619148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110252028502619148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110252028502619148' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110252027206161916</id><published>2004-12-08T13:37:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T13:37:52.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TJA Discutir a beleza de suas formas nem pensar, mas cada vez que entro no teatro José de Alencar é uma emoção diferente, pra mim ele se renova a cada dia, portanto vamos ao teatro.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110252027206161916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110252027206161916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110252027206161916' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110252025864572262</id><published>2004-12-08T13:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T13:37:38.646-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOVA PENA Desde a última terça que a coluna COMUNICADO(Diário do Nordeste), está sendo escrita pelo jornalista Roberto Maciel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110252025864572262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110252025864572262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110252025864572262' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110236250865193092</id><published>2004-12-06T17:48:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:48:28.650-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VOCÊ SABIA ?Por que o céu é azul?Atmosfera terrestre tem efeito semelhante ao de um prisma sobre a Luz do Sol Quando a luz atinge uma superfície transparente, parte dela é refletida e parte é refratada – ou seja, ultrapassa essa superfície. Em um prisma, a luz refratada se subdivide em várias faixas de diferentes comprimentos de onda, gerando as sete cores do arco-íris. 1 – Durante a maior parte </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110236250865193092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110236250865193092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110236250865193092' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110236250116590465</id><published>2004-12-06T17:48:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:48:21.166-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOM JARDIM foto tirada durante uma caminhada no dia dos pais no bairro do Bom jardim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110236250116590465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110236250116590465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110236250116590465' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110236249130838146</id><published>2004-12-06T17:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:48:11.306-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CONSELHO "Fale baixinho...Alto deve ser o valor de suas idéias, não o volume de sua voz..O Mundo ouve mais quem fala baixo, mas pensa alto...enquanto Hitler gritava bastante...Ghandi falava baixo, Chaplin fazia cinema mudo e Cristo não levantava a voz...Fale baixinho...Mostre que seu pensamento caminha além de sua voz..."(Autor desconhecido )</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110236249130838146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110236249130838146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110236249130838146' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110236247835275594</id><published>2004-12-06T17:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:52:08.596-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOVERNABILIDADE Será que em nome dá tal governabilidade o secretariado de Luizianne vem com muitas supresas ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110236247835275594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110236247835275594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110236247835275594' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110236244110063106</id><published>2004-12-06T17:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T17:47:21.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CINEMA DE DOMINGO Nada como assitir num domingo uma comédia romântica que vai mais além de água com açucar. Engana-se quem acha que o filme é mais uma comédia centrada nos astros Richard Gere e Jennifer Lopez. Na verdade é uma história de renascimento emocional. No papel do advogado John Clark, o grisalho ator consegue desenvolver seu personagem. Acompanhamos sua transformação de um homem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110236244110063106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110236244110063106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110236244110063106' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110192533333968569</id><published>2004-12-01T16:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T16:22:13.340-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VOCÊ SABIA ?LAÇO VERMELHO - O laço vermelho é visto como símbolo de solidariedade e de comprometimento na luta contra a aids. O projeto do laço foi criado, em 1991, pela Visual Aids, grupo de profissionais de arte, de New York, que queriam homenagear amigos e colegas que haviam morrido ou estavam morrendo de aids. O laço vermelho foi escolhido por causa de sua ligação ao sangue e à idéia de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110192533333968569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110192533333968569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110192533333968569' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110192487272467525</id><published>2004-12-01T16:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T16:14:32.723-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NA LUTA </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110192487272467525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110192487272467525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110192487272467525' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110192482026935493</id><published>2004-12-01T16:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T16:13:40.270-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SONHO DE CONSUMO - REALIZADO  Canon 20D - Minha nova companheira de batente PS.: Ela ainda não tem nome aceito sugestões.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110192482026935493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110192482026935493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110192482026935493' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110192477400016931</id><published>2004-12-01T16:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T16:12:54.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALVÍSSARAS Tudo novo: Amigos, Amores,  Trabalho </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110192477400016931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110192477400016931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110192477400016931' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110192435481978619</id><published>2004-12-01T16:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T01:40:35.070-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TÔ DE VOLTAComo tudo na vida, e conforme o prometido, tô de volta. A tormenta acabou, a poeira baixou, o sol voltou a brilhar.Obrigado aos amigos de verdade !!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110192435481978619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110192435481978619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110192435481978619' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-110011672845751520</id><published>2004-11-10T17:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:58:48.456-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110011672845751520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/110011672845751520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110011672845751520' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107998152357660583</id><published>2004-03-22T15:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T15:55:23.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A QUEM INTERESSAR POSSA OU QUALQUER DIA EU VOLTO  Subitamente, a poeira espalhou-se no ar. A luz se fez negra. Fico Imóvel. Num segundo momento bradarei como se fosse um bramido fantasmático, híbrido, aterrador.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107998152357660583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107998152357660583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107998152357660583' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107480317831140707</id><published>2004-01-22T18:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:28:19.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CURTAS.- Maisa, de volta de férias, mostra que também é boa em fotografia.- As chuvas começaram tava na hora de voltar Ismael.- Maranhão em Alagoas, saudades em fortaleza. - Continua pagã a nova filha da clarabeauty.- Agora em dose dupla Nonato continua botando quente.- Lili apesar de todos os motivos que você diz ( e não concordo) não deixo de gostar de você.- Levaram a Magali do Carlos Magno. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480317831140707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480317831140707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107480317831140707' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107480317227075483</id><published>2004-01-22T18:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:28:13.123-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALEGRIA Dia 16 veio ao mundo Letícia filha do Juliano e da Julie. Linda não ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480317227075483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480317227075483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107480317227075483' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107480315927760026</id><published>2004-01-22T18:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:28:00.140-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUINTANA FELICIDADE REALISTA  A princípio, bastaria ter saúde, dinheiro e amor, o que já é um pacote louvável, mas nossos desejos são ainda mais complexos. Não basta que a gente esteja sem febre: queremos, além de saúde, ser magérrimos, sarados, irresistíveis. Dinheiro? Não basta termos para pagar o aluguel, acomida e o cinema: queremos a piscina olímpica e uma temporada num spa cinco estrelas. E</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480315927760026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480315927760026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107480315927760026' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107480314925549635</id><published>2004-01-22T18:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:27:50.123-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DO MACACO Trabalho e criativiade, essas são as previsões do ano novo lunar que começa hoje na china eles já estão no ano 4702 que , segundo os astrólogos , é dedicado ao macaco. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480314925549635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480314925549635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107480314925549635' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107480314168763864</id><published>2004-01-22T18:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:27:42.560-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SALMÃO &amp; CHAMPÃ Na polônia uma grupo de "protetores da natureza " está indignado por causa de um outdoor. Como dizo meu pai " Vão procurar uma lavagem de roupa ". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480314168763864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480314168763864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107480314168763864' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107480312588448263</id><published>2004-01-22T18:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:27:26.746-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BALANÇO Primeiro mês do ano e tantas coisas aconteceram que parece que se passaram meses. Saudades, Superação, Contratos, Projetos, Esperanças, enfim esse 2004 promete.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480312588448263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107480312588448263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107480312588448263' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107292264386518978</id><published>2004-01-01T00:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T00:05:36.356-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O ÚLTIMO DO ANO    2003 , na peinha,( é o novo !!! ) já vai tarde. Vinde 2004, com saúde e muita paz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107292264386518978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107292264386518978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107292264386518978' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107224873305119113</id><published>2003-12-24T04:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T04:58:27.246-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> FELIZ NATAL Anjo cego,Aconteceu naqueles dias de Natal que a professora da escolinha da favela resolveu também comemorar o nascimento de Jesus Cristo, o Salvador. Planejou gruta, manjedoura, pastores, anjos, com fitas, trajes e asas emprestadas. Um dos meninos faltou e de repente entra na classe, com seus oito anos, o Zé, vestido de anjo, a vestimenta que sobrara. A reclamação foi geral. ``O Zé </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107224873305119113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107224873305119113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107224873305119113' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107202825046974155</id><published>2003-12-21T15:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T15:43:34.496-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEU MURIÇOCAFoto Tiago Gaspar Acordo com a notícia, Seu Muriçoca morreu. Como sem querer aceitar a perda, procuro  levantar a veracidade da informação e vejo que infelizmente é correta. De repente me vem a memória: Seu largo e sempre perene sorrisso,  sua elegância sertaneja, seu eterno bom humor e suas visitas domingueiras em minha casa . Enfim um turbilhão de momentos que agora , mas que nunca </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107202825046974155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107202825046974155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107202825046974155' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107118032885092771</id><published>2003-12-11T20:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T20:08:31.123-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TURBILHÃO Por partes, igual ao Jack.Sobre os trabalhos:Muitos, graças a Deus!!!!!Sobre o próximo final de semana :Promete mais que nunca.Sobre A Mega Sena :29 milhões de sonhos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107118032885092771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107118032885092771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107118032885092771' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107118034660020422</id><published>2003-12-11T20:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T20:08:13.170-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CINE LILI Após um cineminha de meio de semana rolou o diálogo:Eu: Gostou ?Ela: Não fracoEu: é porque você ainda não esta apaixonadaEla: é talvez seja esse o motivo Eu: pois eu adorei , também sou um eterno apaixonado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107118034660020422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107118034660020422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107118034660020422' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107118035381887151</id><published>2003-12-11T20:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T20:06:59.716-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAISA         A Amizade	Lembrei-me dele e senti saudades... Tanto tempo que a gente não se vê! Dei-me conta, com uma intensidade incomum, da coisa rara que é a amizade. E, no entanto, é a coisa mais alegre que a vida nos dá. A beleza da poesia, da música, da natureza, as delícias da boa comida e da bebida perdem o gosto e ficam meio tristes quando não temos um amigo com quem compartilhá-las. Acho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107118035381887151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107118035381887151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107118035381887151' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107118033839777733</id><published>2003-12-11T20:05:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T20:06:44.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NA FRENTE Fim de ano é hora dos festivais das academias de balé. Daniela Rosa dançou brilhantemente.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107118033839777733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107118033839777733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107118033839777733' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107118031970551781</id><published>2003-12-11T20:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T20:06:25.606-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANOMINUOS Sou radical contra  a censura, mesmo quando alguém entra em meus comentários deixa uma mensagem e não assina, não a deleto.Só teria uma coisa a dizer: Seu texto, ao contrário do meu, é muito bom, pontuação correta, linguagem colocial e uma mensagem até interessante. Sugiro que siga sendo roterista de manifestos, de preferência apócrifos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107118031970551781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107118031970551781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107118031970551781' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107088637739332272</id><published>2003-12-08T10:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T10:27:18.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A FRASE " Não existe felicidade, quando se semeia a mentira."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107088637739332272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107088637739332272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107088637739332272' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107056549478816014</id><published>2003-12-04T17:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:19:11.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mamão com Mel(Gonzaga Jr.)Parece até que eu jamais falei no amorParece até que jamais ameiCriança é mesmo assimBobagem, belezaSó fala maravilhas banais Quero amar  você  De todas as maneirasQue eu puder viver vocêPor todos os caminhosQue eu puder sentir vocêEm todos os sentidos do prazerAh que felMamão com melE eu nem preciso asas pra voarMelhor é bem difícil de sonharAmar viver sentir a vida com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107056549478816014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107056549478816014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107056549478816014' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107056547122565596</id><published>2003-12-04T17:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:36:40.733-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARA SEMPRE Julie e Juliano, que o acaso do nascimento da Letícia torne-se, cada vez mais, um caso: de confiança, de respeito, de companheirismo, de alegria, de prosperidade, de sucesso, enfim, um caso de amor.Que a felicidade estampada, ontem, em vocês, esteja em todos os seus dias.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107056547122565596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107056547122565596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107056547122565596' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107056544961873041</id><published>2003-12-04T17:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:18:26.076-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O BOLO O bolo, com recheio de ameixa e com os tradicionais noivos em cima, foi feito por dona Fátima.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107056544961873041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107056544961873041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107056544961873041' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-107056543787324129</id><published>2003-12-04T17:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:18:14.343-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ENLACEOntem, foi o casamento dos pais da Letícia (Julie e Juliano). Muitas felicidades para eles!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107056543787324129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/107056543787324129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107056543787324129' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106952636774401650</id><published>2003-11-22T16:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T16:40:06.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARABÉNS LILI Hoje é o aniversário da LILI, o dia, os presentes e os post de hoje são somentes para ela.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106952636774401650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106952636774401650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106952636774401650' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106935500914479280</id><published>2003-11-20T17:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T17:04:06.263-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VITROLA    NUNCA PARE DE SONHAR - By GonzaguinhaOntem o menino que brincava me falouQue hoje é semente do amanhãpara não ter medo que esse tempo vai passarNão se desespereNem pare de sonharNunca se entregueNasça sempre com as manhãsDeixe a luz do sol brilhar no céu do seu olharFé na vidaFé no homemFé no que viráNós podemos tudo nós podemos maisVamos lá fazer o que será </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106935500914479280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106935500914479280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106935500914479280' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106934168655288794</id><published>2003-11-20T13:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T13:22:03.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PÉ PÔDEE o campo do palácio do planalto fez mais uma vítima dessa vez foi o próprio Lula.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106934168655288794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106934168655288794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106934168655288794' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106934166145219411</id><published>2003-11-20T13:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T13:21:38.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DO CAVALOOs vereadores de Chapecó aprovaram cesta básica pros cavalos da cidade. Acredite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106934166145219411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106934166145219411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106934166145219411' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106934164150188748</id><published>2003-11-20T13:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T13:21:18.170-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ATÉ O TALO Russo morre após vencer concurso de quem bebe mais vodcaO concurso era simples: vence quem tomar mais vodca. Mas é preciso tomar cuidado ao entrar em uma "competição" como essa, disputada em Volgodonsk (Rússia).Um homem bebeu três garrafas de meio litro em pouco mais de meia-hora e foi declarado vencedor. Ele foi levado para casa de táxi, mas morreu em 20 minutos.O diretor da loja </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106934164150188748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106934164150188748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106934164150188748' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106934162464503977</id><published>2003-11-20T13:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T13:21:01.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MUDANÇA </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106934162464503977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106934162464503977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106934162464503977' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106918740945106233</id><published>2003-11-18T18:30:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T12:22:09.250-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OLHA O PASSARINHO OU UM VELHO SONHO  Foto: Marcello Casal Jr - Agência Brasil Um Presidente bem e bom na foto.Vou contar um segredo ( agora ex ) sempre tive no pensamento de fazer um exposição de personalidades se passando por fotógrafos. Tenho até alguns (Ciro, Tasso, Sérgio Machado, Paes, Inácio, Juraci, Waldir Pires, Jarbas Passarinho, Roberto Requião )   que posaram pra mim, agora essa foto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106918740945106233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106918740945106233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106918740945106233' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106918740048176250</id><published>2003-11-18T18:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:30:34.793-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>METAMORFOSE " Creio no espetáculo de crescimento do governo Lula. Eu o respeito porque é um homem de bem."Frase dita por Mário Amato, aquele que em 1989, disse que se Lula, fosse eleito 800 mil empresários iriam deixar o País.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106918740048176250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106918740048176250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106918740048176250' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106910524339366308</id><published>2003-11-17T19:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T19:41:16.373-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PROPOSTA 70 dias, apenas 70 dias.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106910524339366308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106910524339366308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106910524339366308' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106910519882939342</id><published>2003-11-17T19:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T19:40:31.640-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AMOR E SEXOAmor é um livro - Sexo é esporte Sexo é escolha - Amor é sorte Amor é pensamento, teorema Amor é novela - Sexo é cinema Sexo é imaginação, fantasia Amor é prosa - Sexo é poesia O amor nos torna patéticos Sexo é uma selva de epiléticos Amor é cristão - Sexo é pagão Amor é latifúndio - Sexo é invasão Amor é divino - Sexo é animal Amor é bossa nova - Sexo é carnaval Amor é para sempre - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106910519882939342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106910519882939342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106910519882939342' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106884004486526676</id><published>2003-11-14T18:00:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T18:01:14.233-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEU RENATO Leitura minha diária, o ANTENA PARANÓICA traz na edição de ontem um agradecimento da qual não me sinto merecedor. Para minha maior surpresa ainda fui chamado, pela não menos importante Celina Corte de "mago da informática ". Na verdade não fiz nada demais, além de passar boas horas na companhia de um amigo e ainda ter a oportunidade de conhecer o "GREGORY". Agora dona Celina (perdão </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884004486526676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884004486526676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106884004486526676' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106884003282469924</id><published>2003-11-14T18:00:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T18:01:02.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOVIDADESe não bastasse o texto primoroso, Luiza ainda está de cara nova em seu RAZÃO E SENSIBILIDADE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884003282469924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884003282469924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106884003282469924' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106884002471526861</id><published>2003-11-14T18:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T18:00:54.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RECONTAGEM O Ronaldinho andou querendo saber quantos gols marcou Pelé na seleção. Desconfia que a conta de Pelé está aumentada com gols feitos em jogos inexpressivos. A intenção de Ronaldinho é tornar mais fácil o sonho de se consagrar como o maior goleador da seleção brasileira.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884002471526861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884002471526861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106884002471526861' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106884001679974405</id><published>2003-11-14T18:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T18:00:46.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ORAÇÕESMaranhão teve que fazer uma operação,estamos todos esperando sua volta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884001679974405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884001679974405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106884001679974405' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106884000944465639</id><published>2003-11-14T18:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T18:00:38.826-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ENSINAMENTO "Viver como se fosse o último diaTrabalhar como se fosse para DeusGostar de todos como se fosse AmorLiberta-se como se estivéssemosno fim de todas as doresOlhar tudo como se fosse um obra de arteCaminhar como se estivéssemos na nuvensAbraçar a todos como se fossem nossos filhosPerdoar como se nunca tivéssemos sido ofendidosDesapegar-se como se não tivéssemos as mãosCooperar como se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884000944465639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884000944465639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106884000944465639' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106884000266326265</id><published>2003-11-14T18:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T18:00:32.046-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AO PÉ DA LETRA Em prova oral do curso de Medicina, o professor pergunta: - Quantos rins nós temos? - Quatro! responde o aluno. - Quatro? replica o professor, arrogante, daqueles que se comprazem emtripudiar sobre o erro dos alunos. - Traga um feixe de capim! Ordena a um auxiliar. - E para mim um cafezinho, diz o aluno. Exasperou-se o professor, expulsando- o  da sala. O discípulo era, entretanto,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884000266326265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106884000266326265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106884000266326265' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106883999717766960</id><published>2003-11-14T17:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T18:00:25.746-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PODER FEMININO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106883999717766960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106883999717766960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106883999717766960' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106875983818182274</id><published>2003-11-13T19:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:44:25.746-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAUDADEHoje tá muito complicado !!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875983818182274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875983818182274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106875983818182274' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106875958493390847</id><published>2003-11-13T19:39:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:40:12.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PIADINHA </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875958493390847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875958493390847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106875958493390847' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106875957560963101</id><published>2003-11-13T19:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:40:03.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MALDADE Ria não viu ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875957560963101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875957560963101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106875957560963101' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106875956867499537</id><published>2003-11-13T19:39:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:39:56.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PORQUE AS PESSOAS GRITAM Um dia Meher Baba perguntou aos seus discípulos o seguinte: - Porque as pessoas gritam quando estão aborrecidas?Os homens pensaram por alguns momentos: Porque perdemos a calma - disse um deles - por isso gritamos .Mas, porque gritar quando a outra pessoa está ao teu lado? - perguntou - Baba - Não é possível falar-lhe em voz baixa? Porquegritasa uma pessoa quando estas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875956867499537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875956867499537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106875956867499537' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106875955809024122</id><published>2003-11-13T19:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:39:45.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRAMPOLIM Você sabia que na campanha para OAB, só uma das campanha está gastando mais de 400 mil reais ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875955809024122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875955809024122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106875955809024122' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106875953701399401</id><published>2003-11-13T19:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T19:39:24.796-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TÁ FICANDO DIFÍCIL A DEFESAO presidente LULA , que é portador de deficiência física, diz que vetou sem ler a lei sobre portadores de necessidades especiais. Então tá !!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875953701399401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106875953701399401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106875953701399401' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106865519332770301</id><published>2003-11-12T14:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T14:40:19.360-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CACO AGAINO CACO DE VIDRO, com mais um tributo ao PINK FLOYD, desta vez, estará no HABEAS COPUS (Rua Almirante Rufino nº 1076 Vila União, caminho do Aeroporto Velho, Fone: 257.5662) na QUINTA FEIRA (13/11) ás 22:00 horas. Vá voar com eles.  ps.: Na foto Breno de Castro em mais um de seus solos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106865519332770301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106865519332770301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106865519332770301' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106861546523832519</id><published>2003-11-12T03:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T03:38:10.716-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANIVERSÁRIO DA MÃE DO PEDRO Claudia o de sempre: Paz, Saúde , Felicidades e tudo mais ... você merece. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106861546523832519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106861546523832519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106861546523832519' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106859741241029379</id><published>2003-11-11T22:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:37:17.763-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REI Acabou de ser lançado, agora a pouco (21:00h) a mais nova musica do disco de fim de ano do Roberto Carlos.PRA SEMPRE Roberto carlos Tudo nesse mundo pode se modificarPode até mudar a posição do sol e o marQue eu vou te amarEu vou te amarHaja o que houverNada vai mudarCada vez maior eu sei que o nosso amor seráPra sempreEsteja onde estiverPasse o tempo que passarNão importa quandoEu sei que o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106859741241029379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106859741241029379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106859741241029379' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106858286483696013</id><published>2003-11-11T18:34:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:34:49.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ABLA OAB nacional e o Instituto dos Advogados do Brasil (IAB) fecharam com o nome do jurista cearense Paulo Bonavides para a Academia Brasileira de Letras, na cadeira da conterrânea Raquel de Queiroz.By - Claudio Humberto</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858286483696013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858286483696013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106858286483696013' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106858285858394687</id><published>2003-11-11T18:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:34:43.623-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POR UM FIO Prometi dá uma olhada no computador (bonequeiro)  do seu Renato, seu telefone não atende e agora que vi em seu ANTENA PARANÓICA  que ele está esperando, o peso da responsabilidade se torna maior ainda.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858285858394687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858285858394687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106858285858394687' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106858285112754446</id><published>2003-11-11T18:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:34:36.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CASTELÃO 30 ANOS A homenagem foi brilhante e justa ( imparcial minha opinião hein ?)PS.: Depois coloco aqui as fotos de grandes nomes como: Erandi Montenegro,Assis Furtado,  Vilanova , Pedro basílio, Mozart entre outros ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858285112754446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858285112754446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106858285112754446' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106858284412028634</id><published>2003-11-11T18:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:34:29.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PENSE BEM ANTES DE FAZER MALDADE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858284412028634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858284412028634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106858284412028634' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106858283733362826</id><published>2003-11-11T18:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:34:22.356-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MARANHÃO  &amp;  EU ELE "- Seu moço dá licença que a imprensa quer passar, tô com Dead-Line"( é assim que se escreve ?).EU - Não passa nem a pau e olhe que faz tempo que não bato em jornalista. ELE"- Dead-line é uma palavra bonita pra prazo ... bora conversando que tô atrasado pra caralho.......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858283733362826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858283733362826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106858283733362826' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106858283014995253</id><published>2003-11-11T18:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:34:15.310-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LIÇÃOUm sujeito estava colocando flores no túmulo de um parente, quando vê um chinês colocando um prato de arroz na lápide ao lado.Ele se vira para o chinês e pergunta:- Desculpe, mas o senhor acha mesmo que o seu defunto virá comer o arroz?E o chinês responde:- Sim, e geralmente na mesma hora quando o seu vem cheirar as flores!!!"RESPEITAR AS OPÇÕES DO OUTRO, EM QUALQUER ASPECTO, É UMA DAS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858283014995253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106858283014995253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106858283014995253' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106849780683933298</id><published>2003-11-10T18:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:57:10.296-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PROTESTO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106849780683933298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106849780683933298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106849780683933298' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106849600773565928</id><published>2003-11-10T18:26:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:27:11.560-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VITROLA Nossos Momentos(Haroldo Barbosa e Luiz Reis)Momentos são iguais àquelesEm que eu te ameiPalavras são iguais àquelasQue eu te dediqueiEu escrevi na fria areiaUm nome para amarO mar chegou, tudo apagouPalavras leva o marTeu coração praia distanteEm meu perdido olharTeu coração, mais inconstateQue a incerteza do marMeu castelo de carinhosEu nem pude terminarMomentos meus que foram teusAgora </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106849600773565928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106849600773565928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106849600773565928' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106849599986732213</id><published>2003-11-10T18:26:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:27:03.796-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOLEÃOADA4 X 1 sobre o flamengo, era tudo que a torcida do time do pici precisava. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106849599986732213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106849599986732213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106849599986732213' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106849599119711389</id><published>2003-11-10T18:26:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:26:55.030-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>30 ANOS Amanhã é o dia do aniversário do Estádio Plácido Aderaldo Castelo ( Castelão ). Papai será homenageado durante a solenidade de comemoração. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106849599119711389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106849599119711389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106849599119711389' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106849597305047399</id><published>2003-11-10T18:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:26:36.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PÉROLA Você sabia que é proibido fotografar na TV Diário, não pelo flash, que desincroniza as câmeras, mas para que ninguem copie os cenários. CREIA !!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106849597305047399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106849597305047399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106849597305047399' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106821852751289689</id><published>2003-11-07T13:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:22:27.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TÁ PODENDO DO CEARÁ PARA... Ministério da Cultura divulgou nesta semana a comissão julgadora para o Prêmio Nacional de Curta-Metragens. São 14 jurados, sendo um deles o jornalista e realizador audiovisual Émerson Maranhão (O POVO). A comissão analisará 700 projetos e o resultado sai no começo de 2004. BY- Coluna Vertical</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106821852751289689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106821852751289689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106821852751289689' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106820772276869995</id><published>2003-11-07T10:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T10:33:30.653-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>REVIVAL PINK FLOYDHoje tem Caco de vidro no Maria bonita,  22 horas. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106820772276869995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106820772276869995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106820772276869995' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106820771251045328</id><published>2003-11-07T10:21:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T10:22:12.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROCK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106820771251045328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106820771251045328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106820771251045328' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106820770265841900</id><published>2003-11-07T10:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T10:22:02.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BONECO GRANDE A senadora Patrícia Gomes(pps), quase sai no tapa durante um depoimento na CPI da prosituição infantil da qual é presidente. Após um longa discussão com um dos acusados a senadora deu ordem de prisão e o engraçadinho foi ver o sol nascer quadrado. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106820770265841900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106820770265841900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106820770265841900' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106820768927484883</id><published>2003-11-07T10:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T10:21:48.843-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M (a) URO BENEVIDES O presidente da Câmara João Paulo Cunha (PT-SP), encontrou um experiente antecessor, Mauro Benevides (PMDB-CE), e desabafou: - Você já viu alguém enfrentar tantos problemas como eu, nesse cargo? Benevides, o mais mineiro dos cearenses, coçou o queixo e respondeu: - Claro que não. No meu tempo, só tivemos impeachment de um presidente e cassação de alguns deputados...BY CLAUDIO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106820768927484883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106820768927484883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106820768927484883' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106806444611480938</id><published>2003-11-05T18:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:34:23.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CAPA E CRÉDITO Maravilhosa a capa do jornal Opovo de hoje. Uma bela homenagem e uma foto magnífica do sempre bom Claudio Lima. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806444611480938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806444611480938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806444611480938' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106806418839117187</id><published>2003-11-05T18:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:30:05.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O MAIA Entre os tantos textos de homenagem a escritora Raquel de Queiroz o do jornalista Moacir Maia foi um dos que mais me tocou. Pra quem perdeu o Jornal do 10 de ontem reproduzo aqui :"OI RACHEL,SABEMOS AGORA QUE OCUPAS ESPAÇO NA GEOGRAFIA DOS MUNDOS E NA IMENSIDÃO DO AMOR./NÃO FAREMOS O APELO "NÃO ME DEIXES", POIS SABEMOS QUE NÃO SERÁ ADEUS E SIM UM ATÉ BREVE./VAMOS ESTAR CONTIGO RACHEL E, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806418839117187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806418839117187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806418839117187' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-10680641799070104</id><published>2003-11-05T18:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:29:57.170-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DESINFORMAÇÃO  Em alguns sites e em várias matérias de TVs e de jornal, a Quixadaense Raquel de Queiroz, é citada com se tivesse nascido  em Fortaleza. Nãããããã!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/10680641799070104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/10680641799070104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#10680641799070104' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106806410230013152</id><published>2003-11-05T18:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:47:01.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LILI DE CARA NOVA O blog E TUDO COMEÇOU está com novo template, confira.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806410230013152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806410230013152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806410230013152' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106806408688296108</id><published>2003-11-05T18:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:28:24.280-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COLINA QUIXADAENSEEm matéria no bom dia ceará o repórter falou que o chalé da pedra, conhecido ponto turistico-cultural, em Quixadá se chamava " Chalé da colina "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806408688296108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806408688296108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806408688296108' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106806405328079952</id><published>2003-11-05T18:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:27:50.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEMPRE PRESENTEÁurea, não poderia deixar de agradecer por tudo em relação a vovó.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806405328079952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806405328079952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806405328079952' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106806403688428168</id><published>2003-11-05T18:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:27:34.170-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BRIGADUUUUUUUQueria agradecer a todos que me ligaram e mesmo aos que não ligaram mas oraram pela minha avó. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806403688428168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106806403688428168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806403688428168' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106798093885994004</id><published>2003-11-04T19:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T19:22:34.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ORAÇÃO Peço aos amigos leitores desse blog, preces e orações pela minha avó que se opera nessa quarta-feira.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106798093885994004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106798093885994004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106798093885994004' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106798091344943387</id><published>2003-11-04T19:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T19:22:09.640-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAQUEL A conheci pessoalmente durante uma entrevista para o " NA BOCA DO POVO " no começo dos anos 90. Pensei que aquela mulher que estudávamos, na escola,  como sendo a 1ª a entrar na ABL seria estremamente distante e burguesa. Ledo engano encontrei sim uma sertaneja que não se deixou se embriagar pelo sucesso.Culta, simples e vaidosa fez questão de não se deixar fotografar de perto. Me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106798091344943387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106798091344943387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106798091344943387' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-10678394722890447</id><published>2003-11-03T04:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T04:04:46.500-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DALAI LAMA " Lembre-se de que não conseguir o que você quer, pode ser um grande lance de sorte."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/10678394722890447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/10678394722890447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#10678394722890447' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106783941200569948</id><published>2003-11-03T04:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T04:03:46.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRILHA SONORA Oh, sim, eu estou tão cansadoMas não pra dizer que não acredito mais em vocêCom minhas calças vermelhasMeu casaco de generalCheio de anéisVou descendo por todas as ruasE vou tomar aquele velho navioEu não preciso de muito dinheiro(graças a Deus!) E não me importa HoneyOh me away baby baby honey babyOh, sim, eu estou tão cansado Mas não pra dizer que eu estou indo emboraTalvez eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106783941200569948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106783941200569948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106783941200569948' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106783939899812259</id><published>2003-11-03T04:03:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T04:03:33.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VERDADEÉ facil dizer a diferença entre o certo e o errado o dificil é fazer o certo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106783939899812259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106783939899812259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106783939899812259' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106783938822747675</id><published>2003-11-03T04:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T04:03:22.450-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ADEUS Tá bom ......então tá .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106783938822747675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106783938822747675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106783938822747675' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106783936671242017</id><published>2003-11-03T04:02:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T04:03:00.936-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O ACERTO Se por um lado o Presidente Lula falou demais por outro acertou, pois: Itamar disse que Lula afunilasse a acusação  Sarney que não vestia a carapuça FHC que Lula ainda seria Ex-presidente e Collor nem respondeu. E lembrando o que disse o jornalistra Carlos Chagas " O diabo é que se o presidente Lula exagerou ao chamar os antecessores de covardes por falta de atuação no passado, talvez </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106783936671242017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106783936671242017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106783936671242017' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954013.post-106783935973525762</id><published>2003-11-03T04:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T04:02:53.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O ERRO O Presidente Lula, acho que foi contaminado pelo efeito Ciro Gomes. Chamou os seus antecessores de covardes,semana passada na Paraiba. Se esqueceu que dois dos quatro ex-presidentes vivos estão no atual governo. José Sarney é defensor árduo do governo no Senado e Itamar Franco é embaixador na Itália. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106783935973525762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954013/posts/default/106783935973525762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartasemresposta.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106783935973525762' title=''/><author><name>redator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07764657513258225560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
