<?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-11917729</id><updated>2012-02-18T00:24:25.999+13:00</updated><category term='Beatles'/><category term='I Me Mine'/><category term='Além do bem e do mal'/><category term='Dave Matthews'/><category term='Recorte Cultural'/><category term='rolling stones'/><category term='Nemo'/><category term='Pearl Jam'/><category term='Louis Armstrong'/><category term='Thom Yorke'/><category term='Michel Melamed'/><category term='Eddie Vedder'/><category term='Chico Buarque'/><category term='Carmim'/><category term='System of a Down'/><category term='Stripped'/><category term='Beatriz Milhazes'/><category term='Edu Lobo'/><category term='In My Tree'/><category term='Jamiroquai'/><category term='Hilda Hilst'/><category term='Ferreira Gullar'/><category term='Supergrass'/><category term='Dionísio'/><category term='Ella Fitzgerald'/><category term='Sopa de Jerimum'/><category term='Nietzsche'/><category term='Senhas'/><category term='Ben Harper'/><category term='Chch'/><category term='dionisíaca'/><category term='Miró'/><category term='Billie Holiday'/><category term='Pipa'/><category term='Stereophonics'/><category term='Mukta'/><category term='Björk'/><category term='Adriana Calcanhotto'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Kula Shaker'/><category term='Backspacer'/><title type='text'>: : : :: flowering :: : :: :::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-3264535971955002559</id><published>2012-02-18T00:23:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T00:23:24.057+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well, well</title><content type='html'>How good it feels to be one of the "strange ones" in chch! The library book sale that had its preview last night for the "friends of the library" (I am so joining this VIPs for the sale next year!), disn't seem very promissing today, when I got there at 12pm. Well, wasn't I wrong? I left the place with some interesting items like manu chao, morphine, rem plus 7 books and all for 13 bucks!!!! Wohoooooo!!!!! And after that, went to the beach with my best mates benji and chlo!!! What an awesome day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-3264535971955002559?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/3264535971955002559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=3264535971955002559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/3264535971955002559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/3264535971955002559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2012/02/well-well-well.html' title='Well, well, well'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-4817356683689714602</id><published>2012-01-07T00:09:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T00:24:26.015+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold(meaning: not cool or hot!!!)play</title><content type='html'>Qdo alguem fala de Coldplay minha cabeca meio q entra em parafuso... Tipo, Parachutes e Rush&lt;br /&gt; of Blood sao dos meus albuns favoritos da ultima decada, em compensacao tudo que veio da banda depois disso foi estranho, forcado, artificial, enfim, nao faltam adjetivos pra ilustrar meu desgosto.&lt;br /&gt; De qualquer forma, estava assistindo graham norton show hj de noite e o Coldplay (uhhhhuhuhuh fui auto corrected qdo coloquei o c minusculo, sera q os caras  nao tao podendo????) era a atracao musical. Antes de entrarem o Chris Martin se sentou ao lado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-4817356683689714602?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/4817356683689714602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=4817356683689714602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/4817356683689714602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/4817356683689714602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2012/01/coldmeaning-not-cool-or-hotplay.html' title='Cold(meaning: not cool or hot!!!)play'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-8495370834567635369</id><published>2011-12-06T08:54:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:54:24.807+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stripped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rolling stones'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So in love with "stripped" right now! Love love love this album!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-8495370834567635369?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/8495370834567635369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=8495370834567635369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/8495370834567635369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/8495370834567635369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-in-love-with-stripped-right-now-love.html' title=''/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-4199466811191362882</id><published>2011-08-04T11:34:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:45:43.632+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatles top 100 (by Rolling Stone)</title><content type='html'>1. A Day in the Life &lt;br /&gt;2. I Want to Hold Your Hand &lt;br /&gt;3. Strawberry Fields Forever &lt;br /&gt;4. Yesterday &lt;br /&gt;5. In My Life &lt;br /&gt;6. Something &lt;br /&gt;7. Hey Jude &lt;br /&gt;8. Let it Be &lt;br /&gt;9. Come Together &lt;br /&gt;10. While My Guitar Gently Weeps &lt;br /&gt;11. A Hard Day’s Night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. Revolution &lt;br /&gt;14. She Loves You &lt;br /&gt;15. Help! &lt;br /&gt;16. I Saw Her Standing There &lt;br /&gt;17. Ticket to Ride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Tomorrow Never Knows &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds &lt;br /&gt;20. Please Please Me &lt;br /&gt;21. All You Need is Love &lt;br /&gt;22. Eleanor Rigby &lt;br /&gt;23. Abbey Road Medley &lt;br /&gt;24. Happiness is a Warm Gun &lt;br /&gt;25. Here, There, and Everywhere &lt;br /&gt;26. If I Fell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. You’re Going to Lose That Girl&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. Here Comes the Sun &lt;br /&gt;29. Can’t Buy Me Love &lt;br /&gt;30. We Can Work it Out &lt;br /&gt;31. You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away &lt;br /&gt;32. Penny Lane &lt;br /&gt;33. I Am the Walrus &lt;br /&gt;34. Eight Days a Week &lt;br /&gt;35. Paperback Writer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. I Should Have Known Better &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. She Said She Said &lt;br /&gt;38. Blackbird &lt;br /&gt;39. Day Tripper &lt;br /&gt;40. For No One &lt;br /&gt;41. Get Back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. I Feel Fine&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. Drive My Car &lt;br /&gt;44. All My Loving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. No Reply &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Don’t Let Me Down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Things We Said Today &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. The Ballad of John and Yoko &lt;br /&gt;49. The Night Before &lt;/strong&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;0. Got to Get You Into My Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. If I Needed Someone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Helter Skelter &lt;br /&gt;53. It Won’t Be Long &lt;br /&gt;54. Two of Us &lt;br /&gt;55. Taxman &lt;br /&gt;56. I’m Down &lt;br /&gt;57. I’m Only Sleeping &lt;br /&gt;58. I’ve Just Seen a Face &lt;br /&gt;59. I Want You (She’s So Heavy) &lt;br /&gt;60. Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band &lt;br /&gt;61. With a Little Help From My Friends &lt;br /&gt;62. Girl (Lennon) &lt;br /&gt;63. Dear Prudence &lt;br /&gt;64. I’ve Got a Feeling &lt;br /&gt;65. And I Love Her &lt;br /&gt;66. Nowhere Man &lt;br /&gt;67. Oh! Darling &lt;br /&gt;68. Baby, You’re a Rich Man &lt;br /&gt;69. Julia &lt;br /&gt;70. You Can’t Do That &lt;br /&gt;71. I’m a Loser &lt;br /&gt;72. From Me to You &lt;br /&gt;73. Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except for Me and My Monkey &lt;br /&gt;74. Yellow Submarine &lt;br /&gt;75. Think for Yourself &lt;br /&gt;76. Yer Blues &lt;br /&gt;77. Because &lt;br /&gt;78. And Your Bird Can Sing &lt;br /&gt;79. I’ll Follow the Sun &lt;br /&gt;80. Mother Nature’s Son &lt;br /&gt;81. Hey Bulldog &lt;br /&gt;82. She’s Leaving Home &lt;br /&gt;83. I’m So Tired &lt;br /&gt;84. Across the Universe &lt;br /&gt;85. Back in the USSR &lt;br /&gt;86. Lady Madonna &lt;br /&gt;87. Love Me Do &lt;br /&gt;88. Rain &lt;br /&gt;89. Good Day Sunshine &lt;br /&gt;90. The Long and Winding Road &lt;br /&gt;91. Every Little Thing &lt;br /&gt;92. Dig a Pony &lt;br /&gt;93. Sexy Sadie &lt;br /&gt;94. You Won’t See Me &lt;br /&gt;95. Any Time at All &lt;br /&gt;96. Within You Without You ( &lt;br /&gt;97. All I’ve Got to Do &lt;br /&gt;98. Long, Long, Long &lt;br /&gt;99. Yes It Is &lt;br /&gt;100. Hello, Goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-4199466811191362882?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/4199466811191362882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=4199466811191362882' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/4199466811191362882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/4199466811191362882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2011/08/beatles-top-100-by-rolling-stone.html' title='Beatles top 100 (by Rolling Stone)'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-1015812328381352968</id><published>2010-02-10T15:32:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:00:30.995+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl Jam'/><title type='text'>atacaaaaaaaaaaada</title><content type='html'>Tomei cafe!!! Jah era!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jah mexi tanto nessa internet e era pra ta aproveitando meu tempo pra ler meu "The secrets of happy families" que peguei na biblioteca semana passada. Mas nada nao, foi bom pq vi as fotos do tour de Pearl Jam e algumas delas aqui em Chch, o que me fez lembrar quao maravilhoso foi o show. Pena que o dia tava cinza e molhado igual hoje. Aquele show foi pra mim, com certeza...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tava desejando, DESEJANDO, de-se-jando que eles tocassem "In My Tree" e num eh que os desgracados tocaram!!!!!!!!  Na minha cabeca comecei a matutar: de tantos de shows feitos, e tantas musicas tocadas, como Even flow (649) Alive (566); Do the Evolution (352); Yellow Ledbetter (267), "In My Tree" seria praticamente um milagre, tendo sido tocada somente 70 vezes antes... Ahhhhhhh, mas meu santo eh forte!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-1015812328381352968?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/1015812328381352968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=1015812328381352968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/1015812328381352968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/1015812328381352968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2010/02/atacaaaaaaaaaaada.html' title='atacaaaaaaaaaaada'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-2222040139237713626</id><published>2009-11-17T12:20:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:29:28.026+13:00</updated><title type='text'>2+2=5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="self" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/self"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="indulgence" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/indulgence"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Excessive or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="immoderate" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/immoderate"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;immoderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; indulgence of one's own personal desires and needs above all others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by Wiktionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;self-indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Costume de ceder às inclinações, comodismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by Michaelis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tsc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-2222040139237713626?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/2222040139237713626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=2222040139237713626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/2222040139237713626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/2222040139237713626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2009/11/225.html' title='2+2=5'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-1265342019357341098</id><published>2009-11-16T21:45:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:49:04.539+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A-tchuuuuuuuuuuu - Ave Maria!!!!</title><content type='html'>Todos aqui em casa com lencinho do bolso. Ben espalhou seus gerbes pela casa e agora todo bundo tah com gripe.&lt;br /&gt;p.s: o titulo foi em hobedagem ao espirro de vovo Renato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-1265342019357341098?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/1265342019357341098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=1265342019357341098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/1265342019357341098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/1265342019357341098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2009/11/tchuuuuuuuuuuu-ave-maria.html' title='A-tchuuuuuuuuuuu - Ave Maria!!!!'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-6544432193988757720</id><published>2009-11-15T21:52:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:36:07.510+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Harper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Vedder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl Jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backspacer'/><title type='text'>I want the 90's back!!!</title><content type='html'>Hoje jah eh dia 15/11! Alem de ser feriado no Brasil (hehehe, no Domingo eh cafe-com-leite) a contagem regressiva comeca: 2 semanas pro show de Pearl Jam aqui em Christchurch.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie jah declarou sem vergonhamente que soh tah animado por causa do Ben Harper.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, na minha posicao de fa incondicional, mesmo sabendo que nao vai ser uma coisa "a la 99/2000" disse pra mim mesma: naaaaaada, nao tem nada que me desanime. Nem as apresentacoes meio estranhas do Eddie Vedder que tenho visto do "Backspacer tour", nem o fato de que naturalmente os "glory days" do Pearl Jam are over...&lt;br /&gt;Ate que fui ver a set list do primeiro show deles do tour na Oceania, que foi ontem, em Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIN SET&lt;br /&gt;Breakferfall, Why Go, Corduroy, &lt;strong&gt;Gonna See My Friend&lt;/strong&gt;, Elderly Woman, &lt;strong&gt;Amongst The Waves&lt;/strong&gt;, Even Flow, Pilate, &lt;strong&gt;Unthought Known&lt;/strong&gt;, Daughter/wma, Big Wave, &lt;strong&gt;Force of Nature&lt;/strong&gt;, I Am Mine, Grievance, Garden, &lt;strong&gt;The Fixer&lt;/strong&gt;, Save You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENCORE 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just Breathe&lt;/strong&gt;, Red Mosquito (with Ben Harper), Love Reign O'er Me, Whipping, &lt;strong&gt;Got Some&lt;/strong&gt;, Do The Evolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENCORE 2&lt;br /&gt;Throw Your Arms Around Me (with Liam Finn), Given to Fly, Betterman, Alive, Yellow Ledbetter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PQP, pq que eles tem que tocar 7 musicas do disco novo se as antigas sao milhoes de vezes melhores ao vivo??? 7 musicas de um album insoso, desconexo, bobinho. 3 jah tava de bom tamanho e quem quiser saber mais vai atras na net ou em ultimo caso compra o cd (ahaha, to brincando, so pela arte do CD jah vale a pena comprar - unica coisa que nao mudou)&lt;br /&gt;Vou te contar, viu....&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tantas crises que tenho ouvido falar 25, 30 anos, Eddie Vedder deve tah se aproximando da dele da meia idade. Soh que a ironia eh que esse homem jah deu a contribuicao dele no mundo musical. Tah bom demais. Nao precisa desespero pra colocar SETE MUSICAS...anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Pode lancar seu disco a cada 2, 3 anos, mas se quiser publico em show, entenda: uma coisa eh uma coisa, outra coisa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-6544432193988757720?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/6544432193988757720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=6544432193988757720' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/6544432193988757720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/6544432193988757720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-90s-back.html' title='I want the 90&apos;s back!!!'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-4794146772226219591</id><published>2009-11-11T21:52:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:13:12.954+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sopa de Jerimum'/><title type='text'>Minha sopa de Ji, Je, Gi, Jerimum... Eh, "Jirimum"</title><content type='html'>Ingredientes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;500g de ... Abobora&lt;br /&gt;2 batatas grandes&lt;br /&gt;1 fatia grande de bacon&lt;br /&gt;2 dentes de alho&lt;br /&gt;1 cubo de caldo de carne&lt;br /&gt;3 colheres de azeite&lt;br /&gt;Sal e pimenta a gosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402786536675607234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SvqNutvQAsI/AAAAAAAAALk/BKVo7L-RJKc/s320/prato02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo de fazer:&lt;br /&gt;Frite o bacon com alho e azeite. Acrescente o jerimum e as batatas e depois agua suficiente para cobri-los com o caldo de carne. Cozinhe os veggies ate ficarem bem macios. Bata no liqüidificador e volte à panela. Tempere com sal e pimenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirva acompanhada de torrada / garlic bread&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-4794146772226219591?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/4794146772226219591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=4794146772226219591' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/4794146772226219591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/4794146772226219591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2009/11/minha-sopa-de-ji-je-gi-jerimum-eh.html' title='Minha sopa de Ji, Je, Gi, Jerimum... Eh, &quot;Jirimum&quot;'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SvqNutvQAsI/AAAAAAAAALk/BKVo7L-RJKc/s72-c/prato02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-5414504469161265060</id><published>2009-08-07T18:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:52:26.214+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Me Mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatles'/><title type='text'>I-I me-me mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="cabecalho" class="cor_2"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 127.7%;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="identificador_musica"&gt;I Me Mine&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/the-beatles/"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;small&gt;Composição: George Harrison&lt;/small&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;All thru’ the day I me mine,&lt;br /&gt; I me mine, I me mine.&lt;br /&gt; All thru’ the night I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.&lt;br /&gt; Now they’re frightened of leaving it,&lt;br /&gt; Ev’ryone’s weaving it,&lt;br /&gt; Coming on strong all the time,&lt;br /&gt; All thru’ the day I me mine.&lt;br /&gt; I-I me-me mine, I-I me-me mine,&lt;br /&gt; I-I me-me mine, I-I me-me mine.&lt;br /&gt; All I can hear I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.&lt;br /&gt; Even those tears I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.&lt;br /&gt; No-one’s frightened of playing it, ev’ryone’s saying it.&lt;br /&gt; Flowing more freely than wine,&lt;br /&gt; All thru’ the day I me mine.&lt;br /&gt; I-I me-me mine, I-I me-me mine.&lt;br /&gt; I-I me-me mine, I-I me-me mine.&lt;br /&gt; All I can hear I me mine, I me mine, I me mind.&lt;br /&gt; Even those tears I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.&lt;br /&gt; No-one’s frightened of playing it, ev’ryone’s saying it,&lt;br /&gt; All thru’ your life I me mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-5414504469161265060?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/5414504469161265060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=5414504469161265060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/5414504469161265060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/5414504469161265060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-i-me-me-mine.html' title='I-I me-me mine'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-1485823058237227403</id><published>2009-02-13T11:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:28:20.217+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stereophonics'/><title type='text'>Stereophonics -  Long Way Round lyrics</title><content type='html'>Remember me my love, I'm the one you're dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;Going for a ride, I'll keep you warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna roll up the sidewalk, I'm gonna tear up the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Comin' round to meet you, The long way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, Bah - rah - rah - rah! etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, I'll get me off this track.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do what it is that I do and then I'm - coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Got sun in my face, sleeping rough on the road.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you all about it, when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna roll up the sidewalk, I'm gonna tear up the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Comin' round to meet you, The long way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, Bah - rah - rah - rah! etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-1485823058237227403?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/1485823058237227403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-8898830154543241694</id><published>2008-09-22T22:26:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T02:25:39.825+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ola!&lt;br /&gt;no ultimo sabado fui ao cha de fraldas da uma amiga brasileira daqui. soh mulheres. todas brasileiras.&lt;br /&gt;era paulista, mineira, paraibana, piauiense, carioca, baiana, matogrossense, cearense, catarinense... muito barulho, muita comida: impossivel achar (pelo menos por essas bandas) coisa mais tupiniquim.&lt;br /&gt;entre as falacoes sobre filhos, maridos, casa e crise economica do pais&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-8898830154543241694?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/8898830154543241694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=8898830154543241694' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/8898830154543241694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/8898830154543241694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2008/09/ola-no-ultimo-sabado-fui-ao-cha-de.html' title=''/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-4776881363414286658</id><published>2008-09-22T22:26:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:57:09.841+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ella Fitzgerald'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louis Armstrong'/><title type='text'>::: :: ::: ::: Dream a little dream  :::: ::  ::::</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=io0uqrp9dco&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ella Fitzgerald - Louis Armstrong  "Dream a Little Dream of me"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining bright above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say nighty-night and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me&lt;br /&gt;While I’m alone and blue as can be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading but I linger on dear&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss&lt;br /&gt;I’m longin’ to linger till dawn dear&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining up above you&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper "i love you"&lt;br /&gt;Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams whatever they be&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dream a little dream of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-4776881363414286658?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/4776881363414286658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=4776881363414286658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/4776881363414286658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/4776881363414286658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream-little-dream.html' title='::: :: ::: ::: Dream a little dream  :::: ::  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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-8918407235581422546?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/8918407235581422546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=8918407235581422546' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/8918407235581422546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/8918407235581422546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2008/01/family.html' title='family'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/R360aQ19lxI/AAAAAAAAABI/eNQznfcNsBU/s72-c/IMG_0834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-3489969687015111794</id><published>2007-11-20T04:22:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:06:22.731+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nietzsche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Além do bem e do mal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="fr"&gt;"Aquilo que se faz por amor está sempre além do bem e do mal."&lt;/h4&gt; (caderninho de poesia nao... Eh Nietzsche!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-3489969687015111794?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/3489969687015111794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=3489969687015111794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/3489969687015111794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/3489969687015111794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2007/11/aquilo-que-se-faz-por-amor-est-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-5300383269196140825</id><published>2007-06-22T14:11:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:15:43.499+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adriana Calcanhotto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senhas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Senhas&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Calcanhotto&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Adriana Calcanhoto&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto do bom gosto&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de bom senso&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de bons modos&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto&lt;br /&gt;Eu aguento até rigores&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho pena dos traídos&lt;br /&gt;Eu hospedo infratores e banidos&lt;br /&gt;Eu respeito conveniências&lt;br /&gt;Eu não ligo pra conchavos&lt;br /&gt;Eu suporto aparências&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de maus tratos&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que eu não gosto é do bom gosto&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de bom senso&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de bons modos&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto&lt;br /&gt;Eu aguento até os modernos&lt;br /&gt;E seus segundos cadernos&lt;br /&gt;Eu aguento até os caretas&lt;br /&gt;E suas verdades perfeitas&lt;br /&gt;O que eu não gosto é do bom gosto&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de bom senso&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de bons modos&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto&lt;br /&gt;Eu aguento até os estetas&lt;br /&gt;Eu não julgo a competência&lt;br /&gt;Eu não ligo para etiqueta&lt;br /&gt;Eu aplaudo rebeldias&lt;br /&gt;Eu respeito tiranias&lt;br /&gt;Eu compreendo piedades&lt;br /&gt;Eu não condeno mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Eu não condeno vaidades&lt;br /&gt;O que eu não gosto é do bom gosto&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto do bom senso&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de bons modos&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto dos que têm fome&lt;br /&gt;Dos que morrem de vontade&lt;br /&gt;Dos que secam de desejo&lt;br /&gt;Dos que ardem…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-5300383269196140825?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/5300383269196140825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=5300383269196140825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/5300383269196140825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/5300383269196140825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2007/06/senhas-adriana-calcanhotto-composio.html' title=''/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-116663567554046625</id><published>2006-12-21T05:11:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T06:49:16.063+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Embriagado de Amor (Punch-Drunk Love)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2818/566/320/346593/punch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2818/566/320/476345/emilywatson%2C0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lena Leonard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emily Watson, que desde o primeiro momento, com essa cara de "Madalena arrependida", me pareceu muito familiar... Depois de fuçar, descobri que ela fez também a mulherzinha cega de "Dragão Vermelho". Esses olhinhos de boneca e esse semblante de "prestes-a-chorar-a-qualquer-momento-de-tão-frágil" são bem marcantes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Será então que a pobrezinha (tá vendo? incontrolável...) da Watson ficará restrita somente aos papéis "oooow meu Deus, tadinha" da vida? É horrível ter que admitir que o físico pode ser tão determinante a ponto de vencer o intelecto. E pressas horas de desconforto, só Pitanguy pra aliviar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2818/566/320/673156/punch_drunk_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Barry Eagan (Adam Sandler) carregando, com toda sua sagacidade, a última prateleira de pudins "Healthy Choice" do supermercado, recheados de uma expectativa que, de tão ingênua, chega a ser bonita, lúdica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2818/566/320/509673/embri.jpg" border="0" /&gt; O beijo ou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a cega não era a do outro filme? ou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a concretização do desespero ou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;se não tem nada melhor... ou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a dama e o vagabundo ou &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;embriagados de amor &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abaixo segue a letra da música (perfeita) que acompanha os momentos mais românticos do, digamos, necessitado casal Barry e Lena. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Needs Me - Shelley Duvall &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all at once&lt;br /&gt;I knew at once&lt;br /&gt;I knew he needed me&lt;br /&gt;Until the say I die&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I knew he needed me&lt;br /&gt;It could fantasy oh oh&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da da da da dum&lt;br /&gt;dat dat dat da da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a dime a dance&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take a chance&lt;br /&gt;I will because he needs me&lt;br /&gt;No one ever asked before, before, because they never needed me&lt;br /&gt;"But I do"&lt;br /&gt;But he does!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because he’s so alone&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because he’s never had a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, for once in life I felt that someone needed me&lt;br /&gt;And if it turns out real&lt;br /&gt;Then love can turn the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me&lt;br /&gt;He needs me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clip da música na versão original por Shelley Duvall, como Olívia Palito em Popeye de Robert Altman: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bxkd122cmCU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bxkd122cmCU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trailler de Punch-Drunk Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7S75y2HAaJU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7S75y2HAaJU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-116663567554046625?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/116663567554046625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=116663567554046625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>A memória é uma ilha de edição!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SY61vPERdNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5HwViJ2qwM0/s1600-h/michel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SY61vPERdNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5HwViJ2qwM0/s320/michel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300373634564584658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor ao Recorte Cultural....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-116663100382055954?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/116663100382055954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-116225689227824498</id><published>2006-10-31T14:06:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:16:35.576+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilda Hilst'/><title type='text'>do instinto</title><content type='html'>Quando Beatriz e Caiana te perguntarem, Dionísio,&lt;br /&gt;se me amas, podes dizer que não.&lt;br /&gt;Pouco me importa&lt;br /&gt;ser nada à tua volta, sombra, coisa esgarçada&lt;br /&gt;no entendimento de tua mãe e irmã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mim me importa, Dionísio,&lt;br /&gt;o que dizes deitado ao meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;e o que tu dizes nem pode ser cantado&lt;br /&gt;porque é palavra de luta e despudor.&lt;br /&gt;E no meu verso se faria injúria&lt;br /&gt;E no meu quarto se faz verbo de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Poema V de Ode Descontínua e Remota para flauta e oboé..., de Hilda Hilst - Mágico na canção de Zeca Baleiro e na voz de Ângela Ro Ro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-116225689227824498?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/116225689227824498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=116225689227824498' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/116225689227824498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/116225689227824498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-instinto.html' title='do instinto'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-116225642824428650</id><published>2006-10-31T13:49:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:28:24.432+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmim'/><title type='text'>Carmim</title><content type='html'>Onde está o amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quem errou e admitiu foi esquecido&lt;br /&gt;quem errou e que fingiu passou melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde está o perdão?&lt;br /&gt;e quem é que sabe o que é perdão ou o que é se arrepender?&lt;br /&gt;vai ver se tô lá na esquina!&lt;br /&gt;na esquina sim, na esquina sim tem gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se a poesia salva,&lt;br /&gt;se os olhos de poeta livram,&lt;br /&gt;como pode ser esse frio inquietante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tento, mas o amor não quer me acompanhar...&lt;br /&gt;o que antes era doce, hoje é indecifrável&lt;br /&gt;o que antes era certo, hoje é inatingível&lt;br /&gt;e quem fez isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sou humana, sou humana!&lt;br /&gt;tem que haver segunda chance&lt;br /&gt;quem roubou a minha?&lt;br /&gt;onde está o amor?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/DCFC0110.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/400/DCFC0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-116225642824428650?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/116225642824428650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Hilst'/><title type='text'>ela é pontiaguda ela tem direção: ela fere rente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A senhora já declarou que escreve de modo simples e que é um absurdo não a entenderem. A qualidade de seu trabalho, em forma e conteúdo, está além de nossa época?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha linguagem é inovadora sim, e essencialmente poética. Não obedece a convenções gramaticais, tem outro ritmo &lt;strong&gt;porque não pensamos nem sentimos de forma simplizinha&lt;/strong&gt;, organizada ou linear. Sei que não escrevo do jeito que a grande maioria dos leitores está acostumado a ler. A forma é inovadora, mas não incompreensível, dizer que sou incompreensível é bobagem. Eu escrevo em português. Tem um amigo meu, o Edson, que recomenda que eu seja lida em voz alta. &lt;strong&gt;A linguagem, para mim, é o que justifica você contar alguma coisa, porque as histórias, há milênios, são sempre as mesmas.&lt;/strong&gt; O homem não mudou, nossos questionamentos e pavores são os mesmos, não modificamos nenhuma das nossas realidades essenciais, nossas emoções, ainda nascemos e morremos como desde sempre, apesar da luta dos cientistas e dos místicos para alterar isso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODE DESCONTÍNUA E REMOTA PARA FLAUTA E OBOÉ.&lt;br /&gt;DE ARIANA PARA DIONÍSIO.&lt;br /&gt;Hilda Hilst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;É bom que seja assim, Dionisio, que não venhas.&lt;br /&gt;Voz e vento apenas&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas do lá fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sozinha supor&lt;br /&gt;Que se estivesses dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa voz importante e esse vento&lt;br /&gt;Das ramagens de fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu jamais ouviria. Atento&lt;br /&gt;Meu ouvido escutaria&lt;br /&gt;O sumo do teu canto. Que não venhas, Dionísio.&lt;br /&gt;Porque é melhor sonhar tua rudeza&lt;br /&gt;E sorver reconquista a cada noite&lt;br /&gt;Pensando: amanhã sim, virá.&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo de amanhã será riqueza:&lt;br /&gt;A cada noite, eu Ariana, preparando&lt;br /&gt;Aroma e corpo. E o verso a cada noite&lt;br /&gt;Se fazendo de tua sábia ausência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu sabes que é de poesia&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida secreta. Tu sabes, Dionísio,&lt;br /&gt;Que a teu lado te amando,&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser mulher sou inteira poeta.&lt;br /&gt;E que o teu corpo existe porque o meu&lt;br /&gt;Sempre existiu cantando. Meu corpo, Dionísio,&lt;br /&gt;É que move o grande corpo teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que tu me vejas extrema e suplicante&lt;br /&gt;Quando amanhece e me dizes adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;A minha Casa é gurdiã do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;E protetora de todas minhas ardências.&lt;br /&gt;E transmuta em palavra&lt;br /&gt;Paixão e veemência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E minha boca se faz fonte de prata&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que eu grite à Casa que só existo&lt;br /&gt;Para sorver a água da tua boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha Casa, Dionísio, te lamenta&lt;br /&gt;E manda que eu te pergunte assim de frente:&lt;br /&gt;À uma mulher que canta ensolarada&lt;br /&gt;E que é sonora, múltipla, argonauta&lt;br /&gt;Por que recusas amor e permanência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo&lt;br /&gt;Deverias ao menos te deter&lt;br /&gt;Um instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como as pessoas fazem&lt;br /&gt;Quando vêem a petúnia&lt;br /&gt;Ou a chuva de granizo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo&lt;br /&gt;Deveria a teus olhos parecer&lt;br /&gt;Uma outra Ariana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não essa que te louva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada verso&lt;br /&gt;Mas outra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverso de sua própria placidez&lt;br /&gt;Escudo e crueldade a cada gesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo, Dionísio,&lt;br /&gt;é que me faço assim tão simultânea&lt;br /&gt;Madura, adolescente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porisso talvez&lt;br /&gt;Te aborreças de mim.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;[Júbilo memória noviciado da paixão (1974)]&lt;br /&gt;[in Poesia: 1959-1979/ Hilda hilst. - São Paulo: Quíron; (Brasília): INL, 1980.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-115993730068074204?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/115993730068074204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=115993730068074204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115993730068074204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115993730068074204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/10/ela-pontiaguda-ela-tem-direo-ela-fere.html' title='ela é pontiaguda ela tem direção: ela fere rente.'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-115993460960090837</id><published>2006-10-04T16:25:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:23:16.528+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miró'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferreira Gullar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beatriz Milhazes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Matthews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supergrass'/><title type='text'>lunes-martes-viernes: Till I don't know what's sane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/supergrass-supergrass-5000604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/supergrass-supergrass-5000604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moving, just keep moving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till I don't know what's sane&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Moving - Supergrass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/yoga_about.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/yoga_about.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;consegui fazer essa ontem!!!&lt;br /&gt;sinônimo de dor: braço, antebraço, anteperna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/matthews2-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/matthews2-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews state of mind: "Come and relax now/Put your troubles down/No need to bear/the weight of your worries here/let them all fall away" Pantala Naga Pampa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/miro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/miro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miró, sempre ele!&lt;br /&gt;Pra quê as outras cores com um amarelo desses(tira o olho, Almodóvar...)?!&lt;br /&gt;As formas são lúdicas? São suas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/ME0000089516_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 201px; height: 180px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/ME0000089516_2.0.jpg" border="0" height="211" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milhazes in Summertime: as cores e o prazer&lt;br /&gt;*the colors of romance are all hers&lt;br /&gt;*the pleasure is all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/gullar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 226px; height: 324px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/gullar.jpg" border="0" height="200" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"tanto a poesia como a pintura procuram construir no imaginário e expressar emoções, idéias, &lt;strong&gt;uma série de coisas que não são lógicas&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ferreira Gullar em entrevista para a Revista Entre Livros Mai/2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uma parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;é todo mundo:&lt;br /&gt;outra parte de mim:&lt;br /&gt;fundo sem fundo."&lt;br /&gt;Traduzir-se - Ferreira Gullar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traduzir uma parte noutra parte:&lt;br /&gt;é Gullar&lt;br /&gt;e sim, Gullar,&lt;br /&gt;é arte.&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/warhol_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/cinema2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/warhol_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-115993460960090837?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/115993460960090837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=115993460960090837' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115993460960090837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115993460960090837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/10/lunes-martes-viernes-till-i-dont-know.html' title='lunes-martes-viernes: Till I don&apos;t know what&apos;s sane'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-115993183443977633</id><published>2006-10-04T16:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:24:15.073+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Banho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/DCFC0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/DCFC0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20DCFC0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos tiradas na manhã de hoje:&lt;br /&gt;mãos de Carol, Aramis (revoltadíssimo por não haver uma toalha menos ofensiva pra esse momento, já não muito agradável) e scooby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-115993183443977633?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/115993183443977633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=115993183443977633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115993183443977633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115993183443977633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/10/banho.html' title='Banho'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-115950647316709686</id><published>2006-09-29T16:38:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:15:49.362+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nemo'/><title type='text'>ô consciência, eu morri?!</title><content type='html'>Oi!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei com mamãe: Camila, vem falar com Dani...&lt;br /&gt;Dani é a ex-menininha, filha de Menininho (apelido do falecido morador do sítio do meu pai) que eu tinha visto há uns três anos e era uma pirralhinha banguela da voz fina que parecia pinto no lixo quando a gente aparecia no sítio... Ela era realmente uma gracinha. Super esperta, daquelas crianças carismáticas... Fiquei feliz de saber que reencontraria aquela pessoinha tão querida!&lt;br /&gt;Quando chego na sala, encontro uma Dani com pose de moça e cheia de lápis nos olhos e se queixando de dor de cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento imediato: Meu Deus, não eram só três anos...&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento imediato 2: C*r*lh*, tô velha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em algum momento da manhã, enquanto eu cautelosamente lixava minhas unhas, ouvi ruídos de "Procurando Nemo"... Cara, eu tava no quanrto, concentradíssima no reco reco da lixa, mas quando ouvi "minhoca hu ha ha" não me contive... Parei tudo pra rir.&lt;br /&gt;Adoooooooooro Nemo! O humor dos desenhos da Disney é genial. E é o único tipo de filme que eu faço questão de ver dublado... Sem noção de engraçado! Adoro doro doro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/nemo_tank-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/nemo_tank-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-115950647316709686?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/115950647316709686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=115950647316709686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115950647316709686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115950647316709686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/09/conscincia-eu-morri.html' title='ô consciência, eu morri?!'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-115950199610295885</id><published>2006-09-29T15:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:38:44.070+12:00</updated><title type='text'>o tédio</title><content type='html'>"Na minha frente, as infinitas possibilidades&lt;br /&gt;Na minha frente, as possibilidades invisíveis."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-115950199610295885?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/115950199610295885/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=115950199610295885' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115950199610295885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115950199610295885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-tdio_29.html' title='o tédio'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-115811995444820864</id><published>2006-09-13T15:58:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:32:09.129+13:00</updated><title type='text'>draft</title><content type='html'>Incenso Fosse Música&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso de querer&lt;br /&gt;ser exatamente aquilo&lt;br /&gt;que a gente é&lt;br /&gt;ainda vai&lt;br /&gt;nos levar além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Leminski&lt;br /&gt;(in "Distraído Venceremos" Ed. Brasiliense, 1987)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-115811995444820864?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/115811995444820864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=115811995444820864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115811995444820864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115811995444820864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/09/draft.html' title='draft'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-115809440284795620</id><published>2006-09-13T08:29:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:49:38.983+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pipa'/><title type='text'>das sensações indescritíveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/09-09-06_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/09-09-06_1747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei em Campina no último domingo: Voltei de Piparaíso!&lt;br /&gt;Não tinha muitas expectativas para o reencontro com o lugar que me fez tão feliz por alguns dias no fim de 2002... Melhor assim.&lt;br /&gt;Fui muito feliz dessa vez também. Pessoas, pessoas... Quanta gente linda! Quantos lugares e coisas... Demasia de informações esperada, suportável.&lt;br /&gt;Como é fácil amar e se apegar a algo tão encantador, tão cheio de charme, de formas, cores e luzes sedutoras... É fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Sorte de quem chega lá etem olhos pra ver o tudo que há pra se ver. Bendito seja o feitor desse tudo! Que ninguém (mesmo q seja eu) o queira só seu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-115809440284795620?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/115809440284795620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=115809440284795620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115809440284795620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115809440284795620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/09/das-sensaes-indescritveis.html' title='das sensações indescritíveis'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-115257849536167520</id><published>2006-07-11T12:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T12:24:57.223+12:00</updated><title type='text'>TPM</title><content type='html'>Bom, o blog ficou abandonado por um tempinho por conta dos festejos juninos, minha viagem pra João Pessoa da semana passada e outros contratempos que me bagunçaram um pouco e desviaram minha atenção pra outros pontos que não a net: people - as de carne e osso, que conviveram comigo nesses últimos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O contato com pessoas de mundos tão diferentes me fez muito bem, me trouxe algumas certezas que acabam facilitando um bocado a minha vida, o direcionamento dos meus sentimentos, intenções, forças... ºººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººººº (Pause: Aramis, meu cachorro, tava no meu colo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-115257849536167520?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/115257849536167520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=115257849536167520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115257849536167520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115257849536167520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/07/tpm.html' title='TPM'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-115094360755341865</id><published>2006-06-22T13:12:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:49:05.324+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='System of a Down'/><title type='text'>to have a real good time</title><content type='html'>Oi!&lt;br /&gt;Estou dodói (sinusite + gripe), mas na ativa aqui na web, aproveitando minhas desejadas férias para ouvir,ver, ler tudo o que não tenho tempo de fazer durante as aulas...&lt;br /&gt;Nesse exato momento estou aqui encantada com a doçura dos caras do System of a Down, ouvindo a faixa B.Y.O.B., do cd Mezmerize.&lt;br /&gt;O cd é muito legal. A banda é (ou era, parece que os integrantes se separaram há alguns dias) muito legal.&lt;br /&gt;O vocal é poderoso - gritos desesperados e ensurdecedores (bem metaleiros, mas que nesse caso se encaixam perfeitamente com as melodias e com as batidas das músicas e, ao contrário do metal, me agradam bastante!) cheios de irreverência, mesclados com cantarolações calminhas, e depois novamente a explosão!&lt;br /&gt;Achei tudo divino!!! Eles brincam de cantar, brincam com a voz e com os instrumentos, mas de forma organizadinha, sabe? Todas as músicas são muito bem feitas e muito criativas, cheias de arranjos, vozinhas e letras divertidas (mas com conteúdo).&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, os caras são muito expressivos, (muito muito expressivos) e apesar de ser um rock bem mais pesado do que costumo ouvir, eles já tão no meu top e já têm cd na fila dos próximos a serem comprados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mezmerize - 2005&lt;br /&gt;Destaque para as faixas: B.Y.O.B. , Radio/Video, Violent Pornography, Sad Statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/syztem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 109px; height: 104px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/syztem.jpg" border="0" height="103" width="109" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã: Pearl Jam 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-115094360755341865?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/115094360755341865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=115094360755341865' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115094360755341865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115094360755341865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-have-real-good-time.html' title='to have a real good time'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-115082864808089745</id><published>2006-06-21T03:54:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:37:07.365+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thom Yorke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamiroquai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mukta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kula Shaker'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>top 3 da semana ( pra acordar):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamiroquai (UK) - Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;Dançante e maravilhoso como todos os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Destaque para &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dynamite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seven Days in Sunny June&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/jamiro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 90px; height: 88px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/200/jamiro.0.jpg" border="0" height="115" width="101" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kula Shaker (UK) - Peaeants, Pigs &amp;amp; Astronauts&lt;br /&gt;Destaque para &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Hosannah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ( e pros integrantes que são estupidamente lindos e eu nem me lembrava...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/kul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 90px; height: 82px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/200/kul.jpg" border="0" height="103" width="90" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukta (FR)- Indian Sitar &amp;amp; World Jazz&lt;br /&gt;Destaque para &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frisson&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;/em&gt;pros desenhos, artes, imagens do site da banda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mukta-online.com/"&gt;www.mukta-online.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/mukta.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/200/mukta.0.jpg" border="0" height="94" width="91" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/kul.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/mukta.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;top decepção da semana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thom Yorke (UK) - The Eraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apesar de ter ouvido só uma vez, quase nada nesse disco me chamou a atenção. Não senti o impacto que esperava, por se tratar de um trabalho dele, Thom Yorkito do meu coração, a alma de uma das bandas mais queridas do mundo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos arranjos, o que não se parece com o Radiohead (KID A e Amnesiac) me soa enfadonho ou então, enfeitado demais. Parece muito experimental e o resultado dessa experimentação toda não me convenceu nem agradou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso estar cometendo um erro por desprezar "a evoluçããão musicaaal do artiiista", e até mudar de opinião ao ouvir novamente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas, mesmo se tratando do Thom Yorke, isso vai demorar um pouquinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/1600/thom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/200/thom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-115082864808089745?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/115082864808089745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=115082864808089745' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115082864808089745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/115082864808089745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/06/top-3-da-semana-pra-acordar-jamiroquai.html' title=''/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-115081423291444913</id><published>2006-06-21T02:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T02:37:12.970+12:00</updated><title type='text'>::: de volta - home sweet home - le retour - a segunda vez sempre é melhor :::</title><content type='html'>Depois de meses em pane criativa, estou aqui novamente! Ontem, ao ver a página de João com seus peculiares comentários sobre filmes e livros favoritos, quis voltar a escrever aqui pra enCamilar mais a web.&lt;br /&gt;Nos próximos posts, pretendo comentar com frequência tudo o que amo na música, literatura ou em qualquer manifestação artística, social, amoral que esteja ao meu alcance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais, xau bjo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:****************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-115081423291444913?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/115081423291444913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=115081423291444913' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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escrever, escrever, escrever, escrever, escrever, escrever, escrever, escrever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-114354994151736068?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/114354994151736068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=114354994151736068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/114354994151736068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/114354994151736068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2006/03/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-113733936794123106</id><published>2006-01-16T04:30:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:37:57.243+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adriana Calcanhotto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edu Lobo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chico Buarque'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ciranda da Bailarina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Calcanhotto&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Edu Lobo / Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurando bem&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem pereba&lt;br /&gt;Marca de bexiga ou vacina&lt;br /&gt;E tem piriri, tem lombriga,tem ameba&lt;br /&gt;Só a bailarina que não tem&lt;br /&gt;E não tem coceira&lt;br /&gt;Berruga nem frieira&lt;br /&gt;Nem falta de maneira ela não tem&lt;br /&gt;Futucando bem&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem piolho&lt;br /&gt;Ou tem cheiro de creolina&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem um irmão meio zarolho&lt;br /&gt;Só a bailarina que não tem&lt;br /&gt;Nem unha encardida&lt;br /&gt;Nem dente com comida&lt;br /&gt;Nem casca de ferida ela não tem&lt;br /&gt;Não livra ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem remela&lt;br /&gt;Quando acorda às seis da matina&lt;br /&gt;Teve escarlatinaou tem febre amarela&lt;br /&gt;Só a bailarina que não tem&lt;br /&gt;Medo de subir, gente&lt;br /&gt;Medo de cair, gente&lt;br /&gt;Medo de vertigem&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem&lt;br /&gt;Confessando bem&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo faz pecado&lt;br /&gt;Logo assim que a missa termina&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem um primeiro namorado&lt;br /&gt;Só a bailarina que não tem&lt;br /&gt;Sujo atrás da orelha&lt;br /&gt;Bigode de groselha&lt;br /&gt;Calcinha um pouco velha&lt;br /&gt;Ela não tem&lt;br /&gt;O padre também&lt;br /&gt;Pode até ficar vermelho&lt;br /&gt;Se o vento levanta a batina&lt;br /&gt;Reparando bem, todo mundo tem pentelho&lt;br /&gt;Só a bailarina que não tem&lt;br /&gt;Sala sem mobília&lt;br /&gt;Goteira na vasilha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Problema na família&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem&lt;br /&gt;Procurando bem&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/320/31-07-05_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2818/566/160/DCFC0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-113613500728776412?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/113613500728776412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=113613500728776412' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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dionisíaca</title><content type='html'>Dionísio era o filho da união de Zeus com Sêmele, personificação da Terra em todo o esplendor primaveril da sua magnificência. “De um ponto de vista simbólico, o deus da mania e da orgia configura a ruptura das inibições, das repressões e dos recalques. Dionísio simboliza as forças obscuras que emergem do inconsciente, pois que se trata de uma divindade que preside à liberação provocada pela embriaguez, por todas as formas de embriaguez, a que se apossa dos que bebem, a que se apodera das multidões arrastadas pelo fascínio da dança e da música e até mesmo a embriaguez da loucura com que o deus pune aqueles que lhe desprezam o culto. Desse modo, Dionísio retrataria as forças de dissolução da personalidade: às forças caóticas e primordiais da vida, provocadas pela orgia e a submersão da consciência no magma do inconsciente.”              ( “Mitologia Grega”, p. 140)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-112404257587926080?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/112404257587926080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=112404257587926080' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/112404257587926080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/112404257587926080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2005/08/amiga-dionisaca.html' title='Amiga dionisíaca'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-111307748351028936</id><published>2005-04-10T07:56:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:42:45.835+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billie Holiday'/><title type='text'>All of me - Billie Holiday</title><content type='html'>All of me&lt;br /&gt;Why not take all of me&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;I’m no good without you&lt;br /&gt;Take my lips&lt;br /&gt;I want to loose them&lt;br /&gt;Take my arms&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never use them&lt;br /&gt;Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry&lt;br /&gt;How can I go on dear without you&lt;br /&gt;You took the part that once was my heart&lt;br /&gt;So why not take all of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-111307748351028936?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/111307748351028936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=111307748351028936' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/111307748351028936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/111307748351028936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-of-me.html' title='All of me - Billie Holiday'/><author><name>flowering</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kSauEcgPesc/SZPu-UwFTJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uMBlam1KGY4/S220/IMG_0086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11917729.post-111261985247615988</id><published>2005-04-05T00:58:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:44:06.295+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Björk'/><title type='text'>COCOON - Björk</title><content type='html'>Who would have known :&lt;br /&gt;that a boy like him&lt;br /&gt;would have entered me lightly&lt;br /&gt;restoring my blisses&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known :&lt;br /&gt;that a boy like him&lt;br /&gt;after sharing my core&lt;br /&gt;would stay going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known :&lt;br /&gt;a beauty this immense&lt;br /&gt;who would have known :&lt;br /&gt;a saintly trance&lt;br /&gt;who would have known :&lt;br /&gt;miraculous breath&lt;br /&gt;to inhale a beard loaded with courage&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known :&lt;br /&gt;that a boy like him&lt;br /&gt;possessed of magical sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;would approach a girl like me&lt;br /&gt;who carressescradles&lt;br /&gt;his head in a bosom&lt;br /&gt;He slides inside&lt;br /&gt;half awake / half asleep&lt;br /&gt;we faint backinto sleep&lt;br /&gt;hood&lt;br /&gt;when i wake up&lt;br /&gt;the second time in his arms :&lt;br /&gt;gorgeousness!&lt;br /&gt;he's still inside me!&lt;br /&gt;who would have known&lt;br /&gt;A train of pearls&lt;br /&gt;cabin by cabin is shot precisely across an ocean&lt;br /&gt;from a mouth&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;From a mouth of a girl like me&lt;br /&gt;To a boy&lt;br /&gt;To a boy&lt;br /&gt;To a boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11917729-111261985247615988?l=antropocentricam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/feeds/111261985247615988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11917729&amp;postID=111261985247615988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/111261985247615988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11917729/posts/default/111261985247615988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antropocentricam.blogspot.com/2005/04/cocoon.html' title='COCOON - 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