<?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-3782411045172239637</id><updated>2011-09-21T11:24:56.240-03:00</updated><category term='Música'/><category term='Artes'/><category term='Cultura Inútil'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='Fotografia'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Dia do Amigo'/><category term='Cotidiano'/><category term='Putaria'/><category term='Café'/><category term='Utilidade'/><category term='Free Hugs'/><category term='Poesias e Poemas'/><title type='text'>Esbórnia (des)cafeinada</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-5971856570040676389</id><published>2010-06-06T17:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T18:04:48.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outro dia um amigo me passou esse link das &lt;a href="http://veja.abril.com.br/blog/10-mais/musica/as-10-musicas-mais-tristes-de-artistas-internacionais/#ancoratopo"&gt;10 Músicas mais tristes de artistas internacionais da Veja&lt;/a&gt;, e falou "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Claro, a primeira tinha que ser Tears in Heaven"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem tem preguicinha de entrar no link e olhar cada uma, segue a lista que fizeram:&lt;br /&gt;1.Tears in heaven-Eric Clapton&lt;br /&gt;2.Everybody Hurts-REM&lt;br /&gt;3.The Drugs Don't Work-The Verve&lt;br /&gt;4.Creep-Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;5.Yesterday-The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;6.Streets Of Philadelphia-Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;7.Love Will Tear Us Apart-Joy Division&lt;br /&gt;8.Love Hurts-Nazareth&lt;br /&gt;9.Hurt-Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;10.Total Eclipse of the Heart-Bonnie Tyler&lt;br /&gt;Achei muito bacana essa lista e as outras. Vale a pena dar uma olhada e tal. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, pode ser que você não concorde, então vou colocar outra lista que achei no &lt;a href="http://musica.terra.com.br/interna/0,,OI1302636-EI1267,00.html"&gt;Terra&lt;/a&gt;, que é da revista &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Uncut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. The Verve-The Drugs Don't Work&lt;br /&gt;2. Robbie Williams-Angels&lt;br /&gt;3. Elton John-Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word&lt;br /&gt;4. Whitney Houston-I Will Always Love You&lt;br /&gt;5. Sinead O'Connor-Nothing Compares 2 U&lt;br /&gt;6. Will Young-Leave Right Now&lt;br /&gt;7. Elvis Presley-Are You Lonesome Tonight?&lt;br /&gt;8. Christina Aguilera-Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;9. James Blunt-Goodbye My Lover&lt;br /&gt;10. Radiohead-Fake Plastic Trees &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais a da Veja, e você?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-5971856570040676389?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5971856570040676389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2010/06/outro-dia-um-amigo-me-passou-esse-link.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5971856570040676389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5971856570040676389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2010/06/outro-dia-um-amigo-me-passou-esse-link.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-5544439730721780390</id><published>2009-11-24T12:10:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:12:25.455-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Swvplcf6rAI/AAAAAAAAALA/dqTQB0-V3NU/s1600/legi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Swvplcf6rAI/AAAAAAAAALA/dqTQB0-V3NU/s400/legi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407672607102905346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Quando as estrelas começarem a cair, me diz, me diz, pr'onde é que a gente vai fugir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-5544439730721780390?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5544439730721780390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-as-estrelas-comecarem-cair-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5544439730721780390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5544439730721780390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-as-estrelas-comecarem-cair-me.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Swvplcf6rAI/AAAAAAAAALA/dqTQB0-V3NU/s72-c/legi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-436518309060810051</id><published>2009-10-09T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:05:51.571-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utilidade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Ss9DHPyp17I/AAAAAAAAAKw/FuT0XNljrL0/s1600-h/31military3.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Ss9DHPyp17I/AAAAAAAAAKw/FuT0XNljrL0/s320/31military3.600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390601070762907570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;quem são eles? quem eles pensam que são?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-436518309060810051?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/436518309060810051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-sao-eles-quem-eles-pensam-que-sao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/436518309060810051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/436518309060810051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-sao-eles-quem-eles-pensam-que-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Ss9DHPyp17I/AAAAAAAAAKw/FuT0XNljrL0/s72-c/31military3.600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-5254402740329646300</id><published>2009-10-07T08:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:56:15.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SsyBuWdlMgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TibJn5viodI/s1600-h/Jennifer%2BRostock%2BRckentattoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389825487359259138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SsyBuWdlMgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TibJn5viodI/s320/Jennifer%2BRostock%2BRckentattoo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du schürst das Knurren in meinem Bauch&lt;br /&gt;Du machst nicht satt und das weiß ich eigentlich auch&lt;br /&gt;Aber du schmeckst gut nach Schall und Rauch&lt;br /&gt;Heut ist Brunft und das färbt ab auf die Vernunft&lt;br /&gt;Hast du Feuer?&lt;br /&gt;Hast du Feuer?&lt;br /&gt;Gib mir Feuer und dann steck dein Streichholz wieder ein&lt;br /&gt;Hast du Feuer?&lt;br /&gt;Hast du Feuer?&lt;br /&gt;Gib mir Feuer, dann geh bitte wieder heim&lt;br /&gt;Die Zigarette danach rauch ich lieber allein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer Rostock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-5254402740329646300?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5254402740329646300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5254402740329646300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5254402740329646300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SsyBuWdlMgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TibJn5viodI/s72-c/Jennifer%2BRostock%2BRckentattoo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-5908758170481114515</id><published>2009-09-21T17:52:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:06:05.821-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias e Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SrfqXFkD8sI/AAAAAAAAAKA/X0YsJIQbwGA/s1600-h/3479474476_01435b964d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 71px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SrfqXFkD8sI/AAAAAAAAAKA/X0YsJIQbwGA/s200/3479474476_01435b964d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384029561896039106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás estagnado! Ela diz que é assim que têm inicio as longas depressões - mas eu não estou chorando. Apenas não quero nada, olho-me no espelho e vejo uma criança chorona e birrenta. As notícias, as novelas não fazem mais sentido (como se algum dia haviam feito). Meus melhores poetas e piores inimigos são indiferentes a estes olhos. Nem sentimentos puros ou degradantes hei de sentir. Tudo clichê, comum, normal. Eu que sempre quis ser diferente, em algum momento da vida, não notei, mas me tornei normal. Um humano apaixonado e perdido. Porque paixão é perdição. Imagine ficar dependente de alguém, isto sim é perda. Perda dos sentidos, da razão e do medo. Estar dançar no silêncio, gritar na guerra, são conseqüências. O perigo mesmo é se perder. Drogas e amor são idênticos, causam alegrias e tristezas. E eu aqui sentado no sofá, ouvindo ela falar de outro. Como não me perderia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SrfpuxZGcnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/C1eTKFXYCzI/s1600-h/383096165_5af871e693.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-5908758170481114515?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5908758170481114515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5908758170481114515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5908758170481114515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-21-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SrfqXFkD8sI/AAAAAAAAAKA/X0YsJIQbwGA/s72-c/3479474476_01435b964d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-3564076656793643551</id><published>2009-09-21T08:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:24:13.309-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SrdiQvDLQ8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/YIrtVu-FrPQ/s1600-h/factory_ps_tw_ae2-733798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SrdiQvDLQ8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/YIrtVu-FrPQ/s200/factory_ps_tw_ae2-733798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383879919191933890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Joy Division, Factory, Sexo, Música, Inglaterra, Drogas: &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://dirtylittlemummie.vilabol.uol.com.br/cinema/24hour.htm"&gt;24 Hour Party People!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Para quem assim como eu adora ver filmes, principalmente sobre assuntos musicais de épocas que nós não vivemos, tá aí uma ótima opção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O filme é baseado em fatos reais, mas não segue a linha de documentário. É a realidade do rock na época em que ele merecia ser retratado no cinema, fatos como a morte de Ian Curtis e o pós-punk, deveriam ser registrados e passados adiante, para que pessoa jovens de outras épocas vejam o que acontecia em 1980. Um filme de rock absolutamente fantástico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-3564076656793643551?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3564076656793643551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/joy-division-factory-sexo-musica.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3564076656793643551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3564076656793643551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/joy-division-factory-sexo-musica.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SrdiQvDLQ8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/YIrtVu-FrPQ/s72-c/factory_ps_tw_ae2-733798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-5933589672639380943</id><published>2009-09-01T13:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:59:57.306-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sp1S67ZTWUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/s3fK-qB9ltg/s1600-h/3487939661_85583c550b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sp1S67ZTWUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/s3fK-qB9ltg/s320/3487939661_85583c550b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376544702479948098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so when the devil wants to dance with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-5933589672639380943?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5933589672639380943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-when-devil-wants-to-dance-with-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5933589672639380943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5933589672639380943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-when-devil-wants-to-dance-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sp1S67ZTWUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/s3fK-qB9ltg/s72-c/3487939661_85583c550b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-6948078668722650245</id><published>2009-08-25T19:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:58:58.112-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Putaria'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SpRrMcyxX0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Eek7eBwtZhM/s1600-h/hallspreto_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374038116991590210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SpRrMcyxX0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Eek7eBwtZhM/s400/hallspreto_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bilhete de despedida de uma garota, após levar o fora de um namorado de dominava a Técnica Ninja do Halls Preto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como esse blog partiu da Santíssima Trindade PunkAmor&amp;amp; Café, não posso deixar de homenagear aos queridos amigos que curtem a Técnica Ninja do Halls Preto. Se você não faz ideia do que estou falando &lt;a href="http://papodehomem.com.br/a-tcnica-ninja-do-halls-preto/"&gt;entra aqui&lt;/a&gt; e descubra (por mais que eu acredite que hoje em dia todos os jovens conhecem/praticam/querem a tal Técnica).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;créditos: &lt;a href="http://papodehomem.com.br/category/colunas/dr-love/"&gt;Dr.Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-se perguntarem, diga que eu sai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-6948078668722650245?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6948078668722650245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/bilhete-de-despedida-de-uma-garota-apos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/6948078668722650245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/6948078668722650245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/bilhete-de-despedida-de-uma-garota-apos.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SpRrMcyxX0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/Eek7eBwtZhM/s72-c/hallspreto_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-4064513098325155712</id><published>2009-08-25T19:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:19:22.209-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se eu não prestar minha pequena homenagem ao grande Raulzito eu não me perdoarei.&lt;br /&gt;Vinte anos sem ele, mas mais vivo do que nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374035168621258946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SpRog1QgaMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XaUC9U29aV8/s400/raul1.jpg" border="0" /&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;TOCA RAUL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-4064513098325155712?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4064513098325155712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-eu-nao-prestar-minha-pequena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/4064513098325155712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/4064513098325155712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-eu-nao-prestar-minha-pequena.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SpRog1QgaMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XaUC9U29aV8/s72-c/raul1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-792874890776281340</id><published>2009-08-19T10:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T10:29:19.369-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artes'/><title type='text'>michael by andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sov9ogIIWSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/L531sK2dm10/s1600-h/michael-andy-300-div.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sov9ogIIWSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/L531sK2dm10/s400/michael-andy-300-div.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665852830079266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me chamou a atenção, essa pintura que para mim era desconhecida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;uma galeria americana não divulgou o valor exato da obra, mas especialistas dizem que foram aproximadamente dez milhões de dólares que o 'sortudo' pagou para poder levar a pintura para casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-792874890776281340?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/792874890776281340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/michael-by-andy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/792874890776281340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/792874890776281340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/michael-by-andy.html' title='michael by andy'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sov9ogIIWSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/L531sK2dm10/s72-c/michael-andy-300-div.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-2438719732104241156</id><published>2009-08-18T15:37:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:39:33.595-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utilidade'/><title type='text'>Ato Exemplo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sor1HdAg-vI/AAAAAAAAAIo/G5lNud_qGAA/s1600-h/piquenique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sor1HdAg-vI/AAAAAAAAAIo/G5lNud_qGAA/s400/piquenique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371375013987416818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: arial;" href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/mundo/interna/0,,OI3928112-EI8142,00-Ha+anos+um+piquenique+abriu+uma+brecha+na+Cortina+de+Ferro.html"&gt;- mais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-2438719732104241156?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2438719732104241156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/ato-exemplo_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2438719732104241156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2438719732104241156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/ato-exemplo_18.html' title='Ato Exemplo'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sor1HdAg-vI/AAAAAAAAAIo/G5lNud_qGAA/s72-c/piquenique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-3136873920475078493</id><published>2009-08-18T14:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:47:41.276-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura Inútil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;no meu dia-a-dia hiper agitado encontrei uma informção extremamente inútil para a vida, mas que me fez refletir (verdade!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;ALGUMAS INFORMAÇÕES ÚTEIS PARA O     DIA-A-DIA&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se você gritar durante 8 anos, 7 meses e seis dias, produzirá energia     sonora suficiente para esquentar uma xícara de café. (Acho que não vale a pena!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;se vocês pensarem bem, é uma informação que não deixa de ter utilidade: vai que você está preso pra sempre sem energia, fogo ou qualquer coisa que possa aquecer seu café?! você ficará 8 ano e pouco berrando, e conseguirá esquentar.&lt;br /&gt;*O primeiro detalhe é que nunca na vida, alguém ficará tão isolado do mundo e pensará em café (eu pensaria :(, -s me considero um viciado em cafeína e seus derivados) e segundo ninguém aparentemente sobrevive a oito anos de grito.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok, informação inútil, obg por ler :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-3136873920475078493?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3136873920475078493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-meu-dia-dia-hiper-agitado-encontrei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3136873920475078493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3136873920475078493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-meu-dia-dia-hiper-agitado-encontrei.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-3730854288881810577</id><published>2009-08-18T14:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:39:28.839-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme "quem quer ser um milionário" mostra a Índia real, bem diferente da que é mostrada atualmente na novela da Globo. A história do personagem principal se passa nas favelas, e em meio a pobreza. Relata o que Jamal, e seu irmão passam para conseguir sobreviver depois da morte de sua mãe, em um ataque contra os muçulmanos.  Vale a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dos Posters do filme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario-poster07.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario-poster07t.jpg" border="0" vspace="10" width="117" height="165" hspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario-poster08.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario-poster08t.jpg" border="0" vspace="10" width="116" height="165" hspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario-poster10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario-poster10t.jpg" border="0" vspace="10" width="113" height="165" hspace="5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario-poster09.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; 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           &lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario-poster01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;              &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario/quem-quer-ser-um-milionario-poster04.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;               &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-3730854288881810577?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3730854288881810577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-filme-quem-quer-ser-um-milionario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3730854288881810577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3730854288881810577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-filme-quem-quer-ser-um-milionario.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-260096119109775652</id><published>2009-08-17T15:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:21:48.702-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias e Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SomfiaOV5RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dNEky-ZLCw8/s1600-h/250668156_c2cab06257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SomfiaOV5RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dNEky-ZLCw8/s200/250668156_c2cab06257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370999444119872786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: arial;"&gt;KISS&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow and grey, the checkered cloth, each&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; square its sculpture rising&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hampered sunlight topiary of a tree-strewn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; slope:  the trees can move and their leaves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; touch your throat.  I lift my arms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and, lying on my back, I levitate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with the laws of nature, thoughtlessly, the checkered ground&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; like a handkerchief lifted from its corners to enclose me... and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; the vivid taste of citrus radiates its own absorption&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; from that spot upon the tongue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in ladder upon ladder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; from whence I wave to you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hectically, abandoned, without a thought but to make you glad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; way up there in the sky, with your hair and turned-away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; head in the foreground, looking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at me as if I were your child, for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; which I'm grateful, deck after deck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; of cards sprung free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; down around your feet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and arms and knees and shoulders, all of which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; we can see, except our faces because our eyes are in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(richard hell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-260096119109775652?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/260096119109775652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/kiss-yellow-and-grey-checkered-cloth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/260096119109775652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/260096119109775652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/kiss-yellow-and-grey-checkered-cloth.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SomfiaOV5RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dNEky-ZLCw8/s72-c/250668156_c2cab06257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-6933133457720808329</id><published>2009-08-17T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:08:24.905-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura Inútil'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SomccPEagLI/AAAAAAAAAII/j4tjqr8ARIg/s1600-h/guitarherorockband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Os Mutantes, o primeiro álbum da banda, já havia conquistado o 12° lugar em uma lista dos "50 Discos Mais Experimentais de Todos os Tempos" - duas posições acima de Sgt. &lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, dos Beatles, e bem à frente de The Piper at the Gates of Dawn, do Pink Floyd. &lt;/span&gt;Mais do que os álbuns dos outros artistas do movimento, Os Mutantes segue os preceitos do Tropicalismo à risca, como um segundo volume do manifesto sonoro Tropicália ou Panis et Circensis. "Baby" ganha aqui uma leitura oposta à bossa nova, imbuída em distorções de guitarra e teclados. O maestro Rogério Duprat ajudou o trio nos arranjos e nada faltou: desde a gravação do som ambiente (perfeito na abertura do sambão torto de "Adeus Maria Fulô") até a manipulação de fitas magnéticas (uma herança da música concreta) em um copia-cola manual. "Panis et Circensis", que abre o disco, vem com tudo isso. É um perfeito exercício de criatividade musical. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(Por José Julio do Espirito Santo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SolcyK0dvRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N_oU5aL_nNE/s1600-h/cd+-+secos+e+molhados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SolcyK0dvRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N_oU5aL_nNE/s320/cd+-+secos+e+molhados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926047583649042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cbrenda%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secos e Molhados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secos e Molhados (1973 “ Continental)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odair José conta com orgulho seu embate com um general, em 1973, na tentativa de safar sua "Pare de Tomar a Pílula" da censura. "O senhor permite o Ney Matogrosso e os Secos &amp;amp; Molhados fazerem uma proposta de gay num show no Maracanãzinho e não permite que eu faça uma proposta de homem?! O senhor é gay? O Exército é gay?", teria indagado, segundo relatou no livro "Eu Não Sou Cachorro, Não" (2002), de Paulo Cesar de Araújo. Era uma disputa entre semelhantes. No Brasil de 73, quase ninguém fez mais sucesso que Odair e os S&amp;amp;M. Em comum, ambos afrontavam os costumes de uma ditadura brava, amofinando-a no campo do comportamento, da política do corpo. Odair testava letras simples que debatiam sexo, amor livre e a estrutura de classes sociais no país. Os S&amp;amp;M de Ney, João Ricardo, Gerson Conrad e Marcelo Frias sugavam a poesia de Manuel Bandeira e Vinicius de Moraes, mas falavam pelo corpo, por visual andrógino e (homo) sexualidade explícita - era o glam rock à brasileira. Rotulado de "cafona", Odair era rejeitado por nove em cada dez estrelas da MPB, uma confraria que já iniciava a trágica rota rumo a um elitismo atroz. Os S&amp;amp;M fundavam o "roque" dos anos 70, com toques hipnóticos de rock progressivo, mas incorporando a sigla MPB mais que a negando. Talvez Odair se sentisse enciumado do colossal poder transgressor (e comunicativo) do denso LP de estréia dos S&amp;amp;M, com "Sangue Latino", "O Vira" e "Assim Assado". Talvez o efêmero grupo prog-MPB também se ressentisse do imenso fogo comunicativo (e transgressor) do "cantor das empregadas" em "Deixe Essa Vergonha de Lado". Voltando-se uns contra os outros, se neutralizavam e ajudavam o opressor. Mas a massa aprovava igualmente as transgressões dos "cafonas" e dos "andróginos", no apogeu do terror &amp;amp; tortura. A marca S&amp;amp;M era em si uma revolução, confirmada 30 anos depois pelos milhões que marcham em paradas pacíficas de diversidade sexual. Quanto à rivalidade entre iguais de 1973, não se sabe que curso tomou. Fato é que, em 77, Odair gravou um controverso disco gay. Em 76, Ney lançara a romântica "Cante uma Canção de Amor", co-escrita por Odair José.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; (Por Pedro Alexandre Sanches)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-3400361741260905765?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3400361741260905765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/entre-lista-dos-100-melhores-cds-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3400361741260905765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3400361741260905765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/entre-lista-dos-100-melhores-cds-da.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SolcOQ1wI4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/0Ww9cKLTY0I/s72-c/cd+-+mutantes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-6836842194691058942</id><published>2009-08-17T10:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:56:39.854-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SolabeqG4JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9kp4D20W1Zg/s1600-h/los+hermanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SolabeqG4JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9kp4D20W1Zg/s200/los+hermanos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370923458748670098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Perceber aquilo que se tem de bom no viver é um dom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Daqui não,&lt;br /&gt; eu vivo a vida na ilusão&lt;br /&gt; Entre o chão e os ares vou sonhando em outros ares, vou&lt;br /&gt; Fingindo ser o que eu já sou&lt;br /&gt; Fingindo ser o que eu já sou&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo sem me libertar eu vou&lt;br /&gt; É, Deus,&lt;br /&gt; parece que vai ser nós dois até o final&lt;br /&gt; Eu vou ver o jogo se realizar de um lugar seguro&lt;br /&gt; Seguro&lt;br /&gt; De que vale ser aqui&lt;br /&gt; De que vale ser aqui&lt;br /&gt; Onde a vida é de sonhar&lt;br /&gt; Liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(liberdade - los hermanos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-6836842194691058942?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6836842194691058942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/perceber-aquilo-que-se-tem-de-bom-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/6836842194691058942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/6836842194691058942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/perceber-aquilo-que-se-tem-de-bom-no.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SolabeqG4JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9kp4D20W1Zg/s72-c/los+hermanos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-8961999112451209071</id><published>2009-08-17T10:22:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:56:55.315-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura Inútil'/><title type='text'>Nem Sabia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;segue aí, uma lista de ditados populares.  um pouco de cultura inútil pro blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pago chorando o que prometi sorrindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Palácio do meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pancada de amor não dói, mas cria calo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Panela em que muitos mexem é sempre mal temperada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para cuspir rosas é preciso saber engolir espinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para que seu marido não acorde com a macaca… depile-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para que tanta pose se o cemitério é o teu fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Para ser feliz basta ser bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Passado de mulher é igual cozinha de restaurante, melhor não conhecer, se não você não come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pato e parente só serve para sujar a gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pedro chegou. Subiu, pagou. Desculpe a poeira que Pedro deixou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pensa no bem para ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Perca um minuto na vida, mas não perca a vida num minuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Perto de quem ama, sem poder amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Peru quando faz roda quer comer minhoca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Plantei amor e colhi saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pobre é como pneu; quanto mais trabalha, mais liso fica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pobre quando ganha ovo, está podre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pobre quando mete a mão no bolso só tira os cinco dedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Poeira é minha penicilina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por onde eu passo deixo saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Por três coisas sou perdido: mulher, cavalo e baralho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Precisa-se de uma empregada para o que der e vier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Precisa-se de uma empregada que durma neste emprego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Preferível ser covarde cinco minutos a ser defunto em um minuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Prefiro amar quem me odeia a odiar quem me ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Prego que levanta a cabeça, martelo nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Preguiçoso é o dono da sauna, que vive do suor dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Prestação e mini saia, quanto mais curta melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Promessa de candidato não enche a barriga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Puxar saco não é meio de vida, mas ajuda a viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-8961999112451209071?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8961999112451209071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/nem-sabia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/8961999112451209071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/8961999112451209071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/nem-sabia.html' title='Nem Sabia...'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-8682631291204780939</id><published>2009-08-13T15:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:07:11.872-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para mostrar que existe algo de bom na música que sai do nordeste do país! DRIVESEX, de fortaleza. estão há algum tempo na estrada e fazendo um sucesso no nordeste, quam sabe logo eles tão pelo sul e sudeste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJK2o2539m0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bJK2o2539m0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(lindo é o integrante de vermelho, chegando e coçando lugares inadequados. e bonito é o ônibus de estudantes abalando no centro da cidade..  rs )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; se quiserem mais, tem vários videos no youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-8682631291204780939?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8682631291204780939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/para-mostrar-que-existe-algo-de-bom-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/8682631291204780939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/8682631291204780939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/para-mostrar-que-existe-algo-de-bom-na.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-2781244186870803083</id><published>2009-08-12T15:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:59:05.915-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1 - Guns N' Roses - "Sweet Child O'Mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2 - Eric Clapton - "Layla"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3 - Aerosmith - "Walk This Way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 4 - Michael Jackson - "Beat It"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 5 - Motörhead - "Ace of Spades"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 6 - Jimi Hendrix - "Voodoo Child"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 7 - Queen - "Another One Bites The Dust"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 8 - Nirvana - "Smells Like Teen Spirit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 9 - Deep Purple - "Smoke on the Water"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 10 - Green Day - "American Idiot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a listinha acima é o resultado da enquete que o The Sun fez, sobre quais seriam os melhores riffs da história do rock. achou válida? segundo alguns conhecedores / fanáticos do rock, a lista não é coerente, pois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;guns ficou na frente de eric o "Rei da Guitarra", e bandas de adolescentes emos como Green Day, aparecem na lista... vaaai saber!&lt;br /&gt;Qual seria a sua lista?  ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-2781244186870803083?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2781244186870803083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-guns-n-roses-sweet-child-omine-2-eric.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2781244186870803083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2781244186870803083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-guns-n-roses-sweet-child-omine-2-eric.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-3659525145866188650</id><published>2009-08-12T11:06:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:31:12.801-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Hugs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SoLNQP6U1qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F4OfVu5O00U/s1600-h/475849412_30e0c4daeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SoLNQP6U1qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F4OfVu5O00U/s400/475849412_30e0c4daeb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369079384811820706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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;"Abraços de Graça'' foi criada por Juann Mann e teve início em Sydney. A campanha inicialmente teve como objetivo abraçar as pessoas em Pitt Street Mall, uma rua de Sydney, com a intenção de fazer o bem a estranhos e incentivá-los a fazerem o mesmo com outros . A ideia ganhou força com um vídeo no youtube, que ainda hoje é um dos mais visto no site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.abracosgratis.com.br/"&gt;(Site da Campanha no Brasil)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.freehugscampaign.org/"&gt;(Site Oficial da Campanha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.freehugscampaign.org/"&gt;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SoLO8BRR8vI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Si_Q7ztckDM/s1600-h/20061030_101_284x218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SoLO8BRR8vI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Si_Q7ztckDM/s200/20061030_101_284x218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369081236307440370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-3659525145866188650?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3659525145866188650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/abracos-de-graca-foi-criada-por-juann.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3659525145866188650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3659525145866188650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/abracos-de-graca-foi-criada-por-juann.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SoLNQP6U1qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F4OfVu5O00U/s72-c/475849412_30e0c4daeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-2739936623750876171</id><published>2009-08-11T16:06:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:57:53.468-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>O Rei da Garagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No dia 25 de junho, como todos sabem, morreu Michael Jackson. Ok, todo mundo conhecia o falecido Rei do Pop, mas alguém já ouviu falar de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sky Saxon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? Ele também se foi no mesmo dia. Mas pouca gente hoje em dia se lembra dele. Saxon, que tinha 71 anos, era o artista cult por excelência. Sua breve notoriedade junto ao mundo mainstream aconteceu na metade dos anos 60, quando ele liderou a banda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Seeds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Nascido Richard Elvern Marsh, o vocalista mudou seu nome para Sky Saxon no começo dos anos 60 e se notabilizou por ser um dos primeiros freaks da Sunset Strip, viajando direto em LSD. Quando fundou o The Seeds, Saxon juntou a sonoridade de bandas britânicas com a crueza do som de garagem e o nascente psicodelismo. “Can’t Seem to Make You Mine” e “Pushin’ Too Hard” foram grandes sucessos e se tornaram clássicos do gênero. Mas logo depois disso Saxon dissolveu a banda original. Seus projetos seguintes não alcançaram o grande público, embora Saxon sempre estivesse na ativa. No ano passado, ele chegou a gravar com Billy Corgan, do Smashing Pumpkins. Para apreciar o som de Saxon e do The Seeds, é recomendado ouvir os álbuns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Seeds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (1966) e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;eb of Sound &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(1967).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;(paulo cavalcanti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no mínimo interessante, mas há pouca coisa dele ou the seeds na internet  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SoHC39rm-iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zx4FIkT8duU/s1600-h/SkyPhotoQuote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SoHC39rm-iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zx4FIkT8duU/s200/SkyPhotoQuote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368786497508407842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SoHC4Df1HpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kEQaZv7VXYk/s1600-h/Seeds19681969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SoHC4Df1HpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kEQaZv7VXYk/s200/Seeds19681969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368786499069615762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmHTyLBIZ1g&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cmHTyLBIZ1g&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-2739936623750876171?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2739936623750876171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-rei-da-garagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2739936623750876171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2739936623750876171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-rei-da-garagem.html' title='O Rei da Garagem'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SoHC39rm-iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zx4FIkT8duU/s72-c/SkyPhotoQuote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-3945645399651571506</id><published>2009-08-04T16:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:04:35.715-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Joan Colom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SniFWEV-olI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7KNB_Au6giM/s1600-h/colom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SniFWEV-olI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7KNB_Au6giM/s320/colom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366185570181489234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Joan%20Colom%20e%20as%20partes%20baixas%20de%20Barcelona"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.uncovering.org/archives/2008/10/joan_colom_barcelona.html"&gt;Joan Colom e as partes baixas de Barcelona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-3945645399651571506?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3945645399651571506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/joan-colom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3945645399651571506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3945645399651571506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/08/joan-colom.html' title='Joan Colom'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SniFWEV-olI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7KNB_Au6giM/s72-c/colom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-4348797467293760573</id><published>2009-07-31T15:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:58:09.815-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias e Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SnM9YeOVPGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jSvl3iL-sUE/s1600-h/fernando-pessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SnM9YeOVPGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jSvl3iL-sUE/s320/fernando-pessoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364699071767723106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;dl  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todas as cartas de amor são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não seriam cartas de amor se não fossem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Também escrevi em meu tempo cartas de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como as outras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As cartas de amor, se há amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Têm de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas, afinal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Só as criaturas que nunca escreveram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cartas de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É que são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem me dera no tempo em que escrevia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem dar por isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cartas de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A verdade é que hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As minhas memórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dessas cartas de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É que são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ridículas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;dl  style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Todas as palavras esdrúxulas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como os sentimentos esdrúxulos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;São naturalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ridículas.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;por Álvaro de Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-4348797467293760573?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4348797467293760573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/todas-as-cartas-de-amor-sao-ridiculas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/4348797467293760573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/4348797467293760573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/todas-as-cartas-de-amor-sao-ridiculas.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SnM9YeOVPGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jSvl3iL-sUE/s72-c/fernando-pessoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-3548688540808821592</id><published>2009-07-30T17:43:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:58:24.955-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias e Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SnIGN54BH-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/soYhalqzKRI/s1600-h/3670689727_1955332a95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SnIGN54BH-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/soYhalqzKRI/s320/3670689727_1955332a95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364356942095523810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(...) Entretanto, não se deve acreditar que todas as dificulades se atenuem nas mulheres de temperamento ardente. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ao contrário, podem exasperar-se. A pertubação feminina pode ati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ngir uma intensidade que o homem não co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nhece. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Simone de Beauvoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-3548688540808821592?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3548688540808821592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3548688540808821592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3548688540808821592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SnIGN54BH-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/soYhalqzKRI/s72-c/3670689727_1955332a95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-8529426676605179974</id><published>2009-07-30T16:17:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:58:42.009-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Abbey Road, também 40 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SnH0Q4JI0tI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_0zICdP6Keo/s1600-h/beatles-abbey-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SnH0Q4JI0tI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_0zICdP6Keo/s320/beatles-abbey-road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364337201960768210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O ano de 1969 não foi apenas palco para o pequenogrande passo dos humanos na lua ou para o fabuloso Festival de Música de Woodstock. Foi nesse ano que os integrantes da The Beatles entraram pela última vez em estúdio para gravar juntos. Triste? Talvez não. O que sei é que está nesse último disco - Abbey Road - uma das melhores músicas do grupo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Come Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;"A música que abre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Abbey Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; é uma das marcas registradas de John Lennon. Ela foi feita a pedido do guru do LSD, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Timothy Leary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;, que concorreria a governador da Califórnia e tinha como tema da sua campanha a frase: "Let's Get It Together" ou “Vamos Pra Frente Juntos”. A inspiração política não veio, mas Lennon terminou a música e a incluiu no disco. A "luz" veio de uma canção de Chuck Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;, "You Can't Catch Me", da qual Lennon copiou inclusive parte de um verso. Anos depois, Lennon admitiu a "influência" de Berry e foi levado à Justiça, mas a ação acabou em um acordo. No decorrer da canção, Lennon faz um barulho com a boca, uma espécie de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“chuuunc!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;, que na verdade ele quer dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;“shoot me”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;, algo como “atire em mim”, ou “injete em mim” (uma gíria pro uso de heroína). Paul McCartney não gostava desse trecho por achar que teriam problemas com justiça, ou fans e sabendo que Lennon não retiraria, ele decidiu tocar seu baixo tão forte e alto de maneira que cobrisse a fala. Lennon não queria guitarra nessa música, mas McCartney achou que sem base e só no piano, o som ficaria vazio. Também deu uma idéia do solo que acabou entrando. George Martin escreveu numa nota do disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;“Come Together”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; é sua música favovita da carreira dos Beatles." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(wikipedia.org)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Referências:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Turner, Steve. &lt;i&gt;A Hard Day's Write: The Stories Behind Every Beatles' Song&lt;/i&gt;, Harper, New York: 1994, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Especial:Fontes_de_livros/006095065X" class="internal"&gt;ISBN 0-06-095065-X&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lewisohn, Mark. &lt;i&gt;The Complete &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatles" title="Beatles" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Beatles&lt;/a&gt; Recording Sessions: The Official Story of the &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abbey_Road" title="Abbey Road"&gt;Abbey Road&lt;/a&gt; Years&lt;/i&gt;, Hamlyn Publishing Group Limited, London: 1988, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Especial:Fontes_de_livros/0600557987" class="internal"&gt;ISBN 0-600-55798-7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-8529426676605179974?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8529426676605179974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/abbey-road-tambem-40-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/8529426676605179974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/8529426676605179974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/abbey-road-tambem-40-anos.html' title='Abbey Road, também 40 anos'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SnH0Q4JI0tI/AAAAAAAAAF4/_0zICdP6Keo/s72-c/beatles-abbey-road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-5664528357730209522</id><published>2009-07-24T17:16:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:59:24.041-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmoaCMrTjqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/owuTvGFDQTc/s1600-h/_2006_04april_06_pictures_06bvelvetunderground-799135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmoaCMrTjqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/owuTvGFDQTc/s320/_2006_04april_06_pictures_06bvelvetunderground-799135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362126931402919586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A arte de Andrew Warhola, mais conhecido como Andy Warhol, valem a pena! Nasceu em Pittsburgh, no dia 6 de agosto de 1928 e faleceu em Nova Iorque com 58 anos. Foi o principal nome da pop-art e foi também financiador da banda The Velvet Underground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmoZ66hsuWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4RgDjwJ7h_M/s1600-h/2726670373_f341aa416b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmoZ66hsuWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4RgDjwJ7h_M/s320/2726670373_f341aa416b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362126806271703394" 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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Obras e Andy com a banda The Velvet Underground;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-5664528357730209522?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5664528357730209522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/arte-de-andrew-warhola-mais-conhecido.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5664528357730209522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5664528357730209522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/arte-de-andrew-warhola-mais-conhecido.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmoaCMrTjqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/owuTvGFDQTc/s72-c/_2006_04april_06_pictures_06bvelvetunderground-799135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-4817219899217902328</id><published>2009-07-24T16:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:33:36.619-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Café'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmoH524RStI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TGoWiq1nsck/s1600-h/3638662995_344cce4ce6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmoH524RStI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TGoWiq1nsck/s320/3638662995_344cce4ce6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362106996903463634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Paradox of Choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-4817219899217902328?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4817219899217902328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/paradox-of-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/4817219899217902328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/4817219899217902328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/paradox-of-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmoH524RStI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TGoWiq1nsck/s72-c/3638662995_344cce4ce6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-2604860911127748045</id><published>2009-07-23T15:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:59:41.751-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aquele dia que você acorda mau-humorado, escuta aquele choro de criança irritante, se arruma e quando finalmente chega a cozinha, descobre que o café acabou. SIM, É O FIM DO MUNDO! Então tenho uma ótima idéia: antes do trabalho passarei em qualquer lugar para tomar um café quentinho e me esquentar (ou tentar me esquentar). Saio de casa às pressas, porque para variar estou atrasado. Paro em um posto qualquer e lá consigo meu precioso café de cada dia. Ando bem feliz pelas ruas movimentadas até que um ciclista (É, UM CICLISTA BURRO) bate um mim, como se eu fosse uma pessoa invisível! Achei o cúmulo, pois a criatura indesejável desperdiçou 50% do meu café. Apesar de todas as coisas ruins que me aconteceram em menos de uma hora, sigo em direção ao trabalho. E adivinhe?! Claro que não estaria tudo bem, porque hoje é um dia cu! Sento em minha mesa mais suja do que limpa e começo a ler meus e-mails, lá fora começa a chover, mas não dou bola. Deus todo poderoso decide me infernizar novamente e faz com que relâmpagos e trovões caiam na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cidade, até que a energia simplismente acaba! Depois de uma hora de espera somos dispensados, afinal não se pode trabalhar sem os computadores. Chego em casa, brinco com minha filha linda e bochechuda, até ela enjoar da minha cara e eu da dela. Sento na minha cama e começo a comer cerejas, devido ao estresse do dia e a gula que me persegue, como praticamente meio quilo de cerejas frescas e apago com o resto em meu colo. Quando acoroi, estou com uma vontade imensa de vomitar, corro ao banheiro e lá se vão todas as cerejas embora. Comentando a história com um amigo biólogo meu, ele diz que por haver uma quantidade muito grande de tanino(nem sei o que é essa porra) nas cerejas, não é aconselhável comer mais de 200 gramas por dia, porque pode causar problemas estomacais! Como eu iria saber disso??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORAL DA HISTÓRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmirG41SsQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tlw7ybzYUnw/s1600-h/1000606407_e2dd55a339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmirG41SsQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tlw7ybzYUnw/s320/1000606407_e2dd55a339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361723491208048898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: não coma cerejas demais (na verdade não faça / coma nada exageradamente) e não faça posts retardados nos blogues das amigas, elas nunca te perdoarão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-2604860911127748045?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2604860911127748045/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/aquele-dia-que-voce-acorda-mau-humorado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2604860911127748045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2604860911127748045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/aquele-dia-que-voce-acorda-mau-humorado.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmirG41SsQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tlw7ybzYUnw/s72-c/1000606407_e2dd55a339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-2544057259071050041</id><published>2009-07-23T14:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:00:00.804-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias e Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Smigt7pWtgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4dEx_9rHtfM/s1600-h/3179399866_8f2fa439b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Smigt7pWtgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4dEx_9rHtfM/s320/3179399866_8f2fa439b6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361712067350279682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O amor é o desejo irresistível de ser irresistivelmente desejado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;(robert frost)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-2544057259071050041?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2544057259071050041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-e-o-desejo-irresistivel-de-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2544057259071050041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2544057259071050041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-amor-e-o-desejo-irresistivel-de-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Smigt7pWtgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/4dEx_9rHtfM/s72-c/3179399866_8f2fa439b6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-5126846995648183124</id><published>2009-07-23T13:27:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:00:48.618-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura Inútil'/><title type='text'>Você sabia que..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;A Islândia é o país que mais consome coca-cola no mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;O isqueiro veio antes do fósforo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;A Microsoft gasta mais atendendo ligações de usuários com problemas que produzindo seus programas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Os humanos e os golfinhos são as únicas espécies que praticam sexo por prazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O músculo mais potente do corpo é a língua?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É impossível se suicidar parando a respiração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Há mais chance de morrer com uma rolha de champanhe do que com uma aranha venenosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O orgasmo do porco dura 30 minutos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O crocodilo não pode pôr sua língua para fora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; O urso polar é canhoto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma barata vive 9 dias sem a cabeça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; É possível conduzir uma vaca escada acima, mas não escada abaixo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmidR3Ou5uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bKqnQcGig8c/s1600-h/3521114585_4741ae83e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmidR3Ou5uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bKqnQcGig8c/s200/3521114585_4741ae83e2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361708286593656546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Os destros vivem, em média, nove anos mais que canhotos?&lt;/span&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;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Agora vcê já pode se considerar uma pessoa inteligente! rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-5126846995648183124?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5126846995648183124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-sabia-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5126846995648183124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5126846995648183124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/voce-sabia-que.html' title='Você sabia que..'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmidR3Ou5uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bKqnQcGig8c/s72-c/3521114585_4741ae83e2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-3464484138631066640</id><published>2009-07-23T10:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:01:53.313-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Smhl8Uu6msI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9RJw2OJMVyw/s1600-h/20090722143545_10821_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Smhl8Uu6msI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9RJw2OJMVyw/s320/20090722143545_10821_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361647443416619714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Para quem curte a banda norte-americana White Stripes, uma boa pedida é o documentário Under Great White Nothern Lights, sobre a turnê da banda pelo Canadá em 2007. O &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.whitestripes.com/film/film.html"&gt;trailer do filme&lt;/a&gt; foi liberado para ser visto na internet essa semana, mas o filme tem previsão de sair em setembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-3464484138631066640?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3464484138631066640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-quem-curte-banda-norte-americana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3464484138631066640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3464484138631066640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-quem-curte-banda-norte-americana.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Smhl8Uu6msI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9RJw2OJMVyw/s72-c/20090722143545_10821_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-3091282523613435650</id><published>2009-07-23T10:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:25:00.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Smhkc_0BhhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uQAdW4eFFes/s1600-h/3337417867_70da990844_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Smhkc_0BhhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uQAdW4eFFes/s320/3337417867_70da990844_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361645805713327634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E volta a velha pergunta: porque para os homens todo dia é dia e para as mulheres não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-3091282523613435650?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3091282523613435650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-volta-velha-pergunta-porque-para-os.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3091282523613435650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/3091282523613435650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-volta-velha-pergunta-porque-para-os.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Smhkc_0BhhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uQAdW4eFFes/s72-c/3337417867_70da990844_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-8792957794557594850</id><published>2009-07-21T16:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:02:37.261-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>baristas de plantão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmYRTx4vZPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ljhEdOKVuPE/s1600-h/guia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmYRTx4vZPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ljhEdOKVuPE/s320/guia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360991437937665266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Título: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Guia do Barista: da Origem do Café ao Espresso Perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Autor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Edgard Bressani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Editora: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Café Editora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Edição:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 2ª edição, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Número de páginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;: 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Valor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; R$ 52,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;É uma boa pedida se você é apreciador dos vários tipos de cafés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-8792957794557594850?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8792957794557594850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/baristas-de-plantao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/8792957794557594850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/8792957794557594850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/baristas-de-plantao.html' title='baristas de plantão'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmYRTx4vZPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ljhEdOKVuPE/s72-c/guia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-1650134633973901408</id><published>2009-07-21T15:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:02:25.183-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura Inútil'/><title type='text'>Jogo do Troca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;A preguiça bateu e as tentativas de colocar um vídeo não deram certo então tá aí o link. O &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dRsDX2dTkY"&gt;Jogo do Troca&lt;/a&gt; é uma das atrações do teatro humoristico “Improvavel”. Pra quem conhece o estilo de humor instantâneo de “&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6yaqgvi2Dk"&gt;Whose line is it anyway?&lt;/a&gt;“, essa é uma versão brasileira. E não perde em nada para o Ianques não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; O jogo é facil. Cada vez que for dito “troca”, o jogador deve trocar a sua última fala, o que acaba complicando a vida do jogador e criando ótimas situações na cena. Vale a pena ir catando pelo youtube os vários vídeos com esse jogo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmYG54pIcVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jUvLeTtFCzc/s1600-h/156521-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmYG54pIcVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jUvLeTtFCzc/s320/156521-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360979997958369618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-1650134633973901408?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1650134633973901408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/jogo-do-troca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/1650134633973901408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/1650134633973901408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/jogo-do-troca.html' title='Jogo do Troca'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmYG54pIcVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jUvLeTtFCzc/s72-c/156521-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-4050212553276653051</id><published>2009-07-21T14:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:02:10.039-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmYBBIFZk4I/AAAAAAAAADw/7ZNobKYOHwo/s1600-h/3363838756_ddfea1b0b5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmYBBIFZk4I/AAAAAAAAADw/7ZNobKYOHwo/s320/3363838756_ddfea1b0b5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360973525292782466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo o mundo é uma pessoa engraçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; E todo o mundo tem a alma emaranhada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo tem uma infância que ressoa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo de um bolso esquecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo mundo tem restos de sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E cantos de vida devastados&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo mundo procurou alguma coisa um dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mas todo mundo não a encontrou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas todo mundo não a encontrou&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seria preciso que todo mundo pedisse junto às autoridades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uma lei contra toda nossa solidão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que ninguém seja esquecido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E que ninguém seja esquecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;(tout le monde - carla bruni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-4050212553276653051?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4050212553276653051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/todo-o-mundo-e-uma-pessoa-engracada-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/4050212553276653051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/4050212553276653051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/todo-o-mundo-e-uma-pessoa-engracada-e.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmYBBIFZk4I/AAAAAAAAADw/7ZNobKYOHwo/s72-c/3363838756_ddfea1b0b5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-6073807071771507214</id><published>2009-07-21T14:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:01:37.841-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias e Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmX7gvngVRI/AAAAAAAAADg/0WUpEg1HnAc/s1600-h/3671691821_7b3b8aeec9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmX7gvngVRI/AAAAAAAAADg/0WUpEg1HnAc/s200/3671691821_7b3b8aeec9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360967471410992402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Poema Cigarro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na ponta a brasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dentro a fumaça&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado o maço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uma tragada&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pescoço&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O laço da gravata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ou quem sabe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O câncer mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-6073807071771507214?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6073807071771507214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/poema-cigarro-na-ponta-brasa-dentro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/6073807071771507214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/6073807071771507214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/poema-cigarro-na-ponta-brasa-dentro.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmX7gvngVRI/AAAAAAAAADg/0WUpEg1HnAc/s72-c/3671691821_7b3b8aeec9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-8353847167739052665</id><published>2009-07-21T11:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:01:25.302-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias e Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmXVjFtk67I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jPRCRA8a8jE/s1600-h/200295667-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmXVjFtk67I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jPRCRA8a8jE/s320/200295667-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360925730259921842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;O que ela mais deseja é viver livre por aí, mas o que é a liberdade tão desejada? Nem ela sabe. Ela quer a música e quer o vento, mas não sabe como consegui-los. Ao final do dia, tudo que ela tem é seu tênis rasgado e seu moletom molhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(unknow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-8353847167739052665?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8353847167739052665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-que-ela-mais-deseja-e-viver-livre-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/8353847167739052665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/8353847167739052665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-que-ela-mais-deseja-e-viver-livre-por.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmXVjFtk67I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jPRCRA8a8jE/s72-c/200295667-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-5113245760025630164</id><published>2009-07-21T11:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:01:06.074-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, isto me parece um dia perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; E eu estou contente por estar passando ele com você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você apenas me deixa no ar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um dia perfeito&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problemas deixados de lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Finais de semana somente nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isso parece divertido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lou reed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmXOvUB9NLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vUwtBHgUcvg/s1600-h/3729032422_914af12866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmXOvUB9NLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vUwtBHgUcvg/s320/3729032422_914af12866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360918243680531634" 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/3782411045172239637-5113245760025630164?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5113245760025630164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-isto-me-parece-um-dia-perfeito-e-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5113245760025630164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5113245760025630164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-isto-me-parece-um-dia-perfeito-e-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmXOvUB9NLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/vUwtBHgUcvg/s72-c/3729032422_914af12866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-7182926640337184793</id><published>2009-07-21T09:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:55:57.209-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmWy4aH2O1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EqYWz_exMT0/s1600-h/3387531534_7f485b61c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmWy4aH2O1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EqYWz_exMT0/s320/3387531534_7f485b61c8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360887613609098066" 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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmWy3-cFViI/AAAAAAAAACk/CXc2tv_Tq9c/s1600-h/3531261142_70d5a27793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmWy3-cFViI/AAAAAAAAACk/CXc2tv_Tq9c/s320/3531261142_70d5a27793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360887606177781282" 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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;créditos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7263238@N05"&gt;.naa.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-7182926640337184793?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7182926640337184793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/creditos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/7182926640337184793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/7182926640337184793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/creditos.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmWy4aH2O1I/AAAAAAAAACs/EqYWz_exMT0/s72-c/3387531534_7f485b61c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-5305841660826627023</id><published>2009-07-21T08:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:05:18.577-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias e Poemas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmWwKPp6PuI/AAAAAAAAACc/yeUcLPinrvI/s1600-h/3363901580_54dcbc64ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmWwKPp6PuI/AAAAAAAAACc/yeUcLPinrvI/s320/3363901580_54dcbc64ae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360884621501939426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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;&lt;br /&gt;Escreva-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;quando o vento desfolhar as arvores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e os outros tenham ido ao cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mas você ficar sozinha, pouca vontade de falar então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;escreva-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fará você sentir-se menos frágil, quando nas pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;encontrar, tão somente indiferença...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;você não se esquecerá jamais de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e se não tiver para dizer nada de especial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;você não deve preocupar-se, pois eu saberei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;entender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;para mim basta saber que você também pensa em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;por um minuto, e eu sei me contentar com um simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;olá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;falta pouco para estar-mos mais próximos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;escreva-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;quando o céu se tornar tão limpido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e as jornadas se tornarem longas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mas você não esperar a noite, com vontade de cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;então, escreva-me, também quando você pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que está apaixonada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;escreva-me.   (Renato Russo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-5305841660826627023?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5305841660826627023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/escreva-me-quando-o-vento-desfolhar-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5305841660826627023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/5305841660826627023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/escreva-me-quando-o-vento-desfolhar-as.html' title=''/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmWwKPp6PuI/AAAAAAAAACc/yeUcLPinrvI/s72-c/3363901580_54dcbc64ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-7212373766231175576</id><published>2009-07-20T14:54:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:06:39.918-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura Inútil'/><title type='text'>Verdade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmSw9vTvlSI/AAAAAAAAACU/WywshOY3y1w/s1600-h/BD9248-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmSw9vTvlSI/AAAAAAAAACU/WywshOY3y1w/s320/BD9248-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360604031195518242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estamos hoje comemorando também 40 anos desde que o homem pisou pela primeira vez na lua (se é que pisou). Entre todas as especulações sobre a mentirinha que os Estados Unidos contam ao resto do mundo, nós, pobres mortais não sabemos exatamente em quê acreditar. Então vão aí uns sites para 'formar' melhor a idéia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://%20www.afraudedoseculo.com.br/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;cite style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://%20www.afraudedoseculo.com.br/"&gt;www.afraudedoseculo.com.br&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moomtruth.com/"&gt;www.moomtruth.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-7212373766231175576?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7212373766231175576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/7212373766231175576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/7212373766231175576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/verdade.html' title='Verdade?'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmSw9vTvlSI/AAAAAAAAACU/WywshOY3y1w/s72-c/BD9248-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-4786258781113691416</id><published>2009-07-20T14:29:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:05:41.098-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia do Amigo'/><title type='text'>FELIZ DIA DO AMIGO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmSq4COL-nI/AAAAAAAAACM/H9XwKbEZ0w0/s1600-h/03-the-rolling-stones-112907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmSq4COL-nI/AAAAAAAAACM/H9XwKbEZ0w0/s320/03-the-rolling-stones-112907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360597336123505266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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;Em homenagem a todos os amigos, ninguém melhor para representar uma verdadeira amizade do quê Keith Richards e Mick Jagger (Rolling Stones). Apesar dos surtos e das brigas, eles continuam juntos há mais de 40 anos, e viva aos amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mtv.uol.com.br/evocecomisso/blog/no-dia-do-amigo-uma-homenagem-ao-presidente-lula-que-%C3%A9-amigo-de-todo-mundo"&gt;E dá-lhe Lula!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-4786258781113691416?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4786258781113691416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/feliz-dia-do-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/4786258781113691416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/4786258781113691416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/feliz-dia-do-amigo.html' title='FELIZ DIA DO AMIGO!'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmSq4COL-nI/AAAAAAAAACM/H9XwKbEZ0w0/s72-c/03-the-rolling-stones-112907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-2750923698579532449</id><published>2009-07-17T15:19:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:06:20.367-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesias e Poemas'/><title type='text'>Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmDA6Zen_DI/AAAAAAAAABU/Frcv8WwyQWQ/s1600-h/pablo_neruda%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmDA6Zen_DI/AAAAAAAAABU/Frcv8WwyQWQ/s320/pablo_neruda%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359495666075171890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &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;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                                                                              ...Te ceñiste al dolor, te agarraste al deseo.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                    Te tumbó la tristeza, todo en ti fue naufragio! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;                                                                                                                                               Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-2750923698579532449?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2750923698579532449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/poemas-de-amor-y-una-cancion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2750923698579532449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/2750923698579532449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/poemas-de-amor-y-una-cancion.html' title='Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/SmDA6Zen_DI/AAAAAAAAABU/Frcv8WwyQWQ/s72-c/pablo_neruda%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782411045172239637.post-9032258018941895877</id><published>2009-07-16T23:49:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:05:59.443-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Café'/><title type='text'>Cafés&amp;Cafézes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cafezinho na sala de espera do dentista não custa nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Café no boteco da esquina do seu trabalho custa no máximo um pila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um expresso da máquina da Nescafé (não, não estou ganhando nada da Nestlé pela propaganda), R$1,70. Se você quer um Capuccino o preço sobe um pouquinho, dois pila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tem também aqueles que são tomados naqueles CafésShowdeBola que são um pouquinho mais caros (o que de qualidade não difere daquele da esquina, quiçá o do boteco é melhor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas se você está afim mesmo de gastar uma grana com um café (não digo um BOM Café porque nunca experimentei), tome um Kopi Luwak, o café mais caro do mundo (custa &lt;st1:personname productid="em m￩dia R" st="on"&gt;em média R&lt;/st1:personname&gt;$3.500 o quilo). Além de estar afim de gastar uma boa grana, você precisa apreciar coisas exóticas. E bota exótica nisso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kopi Luwak é um café originário da Indonésia (na língua deles Kopi quer dizer café e Luwak é o bichinho queridinho fofinho que produz esse delicioso café). Ok, como assim bichinho? Ééé, quando eu disse que o tal café é exótico eu não exagerei. Esse tal de Luwak é uma espécie de gato herbívoro ou gambá que habita as florestas dessa região da Ásia (que inclui o sul da Índia e o Vietnã). O Fofo gosta de comer os frutinhos do café, mesmo que seu organismo não tenha capacidade de digeri-los. Então, um dia, um ser - humano muito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (pra não dizer outra coisa), resolveu experimentar aquele café diferente produzido pelo Luwak. Sim, o cara comeu ou fez um chazinho do cocô do pseudo-bichano. A partir daí, muitas pesquisas foram feitas, muitos cafés foram tomados...e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"atestam que o trato digestivo do animal realmente produz significativas mudanças nas sementes que depois de tratadas, higienizadas, e torradas, são vendidas a preço de ouro em sites especializados."*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maaas agora vamos valorizar o produto brasileiro, né, galerinha?! Sim, temos produtores de Cafézes no nosso país tropical. Temos até um nome especial pro nosso café mais-que-especial: Jacu Coffee. É na região de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Venda Nova do Imigrante, no Espírito Santo, onde a população de Jacus é bem grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, que é produzido o nosso Cocôffee. Os pássaros tem a mesma predileção pelo café que os Luwak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sl_qAqY-KoI/AAAAAAAAABM/KioAM2EumWQ/s1600-h/jacu-JB-071021-P%2BT_13263a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sl_qAqY-KoI/AAAAAAAAABM/KioAM2EumWQ/s320/jacu-JB-071021-P%2BT_13263a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359259378694105730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Por mais irônico e pouco usual que seja o processo que leva o Jacu Coffee do pé até a xícara, também não deixa de ser um pouco poético e fascinante. Pois, se a própria natureza encarrega-se de nos entregar o melhor café possível, quem somos nós para rejeitá-lo?”*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Dados retirados do www.amantedocafe.com.br   (fica a dica de um bom site)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="conteudonotdet"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Então, não quer entrar para tomar uma xícara de café?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3782411045172239637-9032258018941895877?l=punkamorcafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/feeds/9032258018941895877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/cafes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/9032258018941895877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3782411045172239637/posts/default/9032258018941895877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punkamorcafe.blogspot.com/2009/07/cafes.html' title='Cafés&amp;Cafézes'/><author><name>cafépunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284915157151028562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rc8e3gLXCHc/Sl_qAqY-KoI/AAAAAAAAABM/KioAM2EumWQ/s72-c/jacu-JB-071021-P%2BT_13263a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
